I Did Not Die

 

Light a pale candle for me;
Whisper to my memory.
I have come and gone again -
Tricklings of the fresh heart-strain.
Fear not, my precious friend,
For all must reach their own end.
The passing is but a soft sorrow
That will fade on the quiet morrow.

 

I have not died, so do not weep;
I hold a heart that's hard to keep.
I walk along, I walk alone,
Foot falling hard on heavy stone.
I've merely faded, not gone -
Simply all my words withdrawn.
But I echo through your soul's eye;
Sleep in peace, for I did not die.