Others may drag at memory's fetter

    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.