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Thomas Hardy - Regret Not Me
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Regret not me;
      Beneath the sunny tree
I lie uncaring slumbering peacefully.


        Swift as the light
      I flew my faery flight;
Ecstatically I moved, and feared no night.


        I did not know
      That heydays fade and go,
But deemed that what was would be always so.


        I skipped at morn
      Between the yellowing corn,
Thinking it good and glorious to be born.


        I ran at eves
      Among the piled-up sheaves,
Dreaming, `I grieve not, therefore nothing grieves.`


        Now soon will come
      The apple, pear, and plum
And hinds will sing, and autumn insects hum.


        Again you will fare
      To cider-makings rare,
And junketings; but I shall not be there.


        Yet gaily sing
      Until the pewter ring
Those songs we sang when we went gipsying.


        And lightly dance
      Some triple-timed romance
In coupled figures, and forget mischance;


        And mourn not me
      Beneath the yellowing tree;
For I shall mind not, slumbering peacefully.
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