
But brother, I will tell you this --
And pray I'm not too far amiss --
As we lie neatly in our rows
Toes to heads and heads to toes:
I choose belief in hallowed stuff;
Extinguished love is not enough.
I hope with a romantic heart
To join my loves who did depart.
And though to some love's but a puff
To me, love's memory's not enough.