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Lucy Maud Montgomery - With Tears They Buried You Today
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With tears they buried you to-day,
  But well I knew no turf could hold
  Your gladness long beneath the mould,
Or cramp your laughter in the clay;
I smiled while others wept for you
  Because I knew. 

And now you sit with me to-night
  Here in our old, accustomed place;
  Tender and mirthful is your face,
Your eyes with starry joy are bright­
Oh, you are merry as a song
  For love is strong! 

They think of you as lying there
  Down in the churchyard grim and old;
  They think of you as mute and cold,
A wan, white thing that once was fair,
With dim, sealed eyes that never may
  Look on the day. 

But love cannot be coffined so
  In clod and darkness; it must rise
  And seek its own in radiant guise,
With immortality aglow,
Making of death`s triumphant sting
  A little thing. 

Ay, we shall laugh at those who deem 
  Our hearts are sundered! Listen, sweet, 
  The tripping of the wind`s swift feet 
Along the by-ways of our dream, 
And hark the whisper of the rose 
  Wilding that blows. 

Oh, still you love those simple things,
  And still you love them more with me;
  The grave has won no victory;
It could not clasp your shining wings,
It could not keep you from my side,
  Dear and my bride!
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