I will not die;
Not while you walk the earth.

Nor yet restless will I lie
To hear the thunder of a heart nearby.
No dark dreams while you're abed
shall I nightly haunt
Nor grasp with grave-cold fingers
Your soft sweet breath
That will never warm me more,
Though sometimes I will wake
And feel you somewhere near.

I am not with you every day
And looking on to aid;
The dead cannot be at the living's side.
What time we had is filled
and in that place
no longer mine
I may not weep to see another:
Full frozen are the tears

Of those who in such darkness slumber.