I?m told, that grief will fade away but of it, I?ll not give a day I have known her close and long a valiant friend since I could speak but for another sighting of your face I?d give but what today I greet Humble from first arid breath and humble I shall be come death But long in things of flesh and bone she has come by night in reapers sash and privied me not, for what she told with ne?r to do but take her hold Length of years sees me known to for my years will not she trouble for Tis not my feet, first break of day nor are my hands beseeched for momentous beat when eve of day meets mornings wake need of mind from me she?ll take Walk will I, astride with grief and ne?r to ask for sweet relief for sound and long I need her be Years to fro and nebile breath, to abide her she shall pass, take she won?t her presence for the days that I shall be but see her to or not a quest, will not she seek of me A welcome friend for not is she for visits few, my vainful plea Long are greetings yet of radiant tone and summons to an earthly choir spare her well when light I show but give her not in time of woe