OTHERS may drag at memory's fetter.
May turn for comfort to the vow
Of mortal breath ; I hold it better
To learn if verily and how
Love knits me with the loved one now.
Others for solace, sleep-forsaken.
May muse upon the days of old ;
To me it is delight to waken,
To find my Dead, to feel them fold
My heart, and for its dross give gold.