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.