Buried Love By Sara Teasdale

I have come to bury Love
Beneath a tree,
In the forest tall and black
Where none can see.

I shall put no flowers at his head,
Nor stone at his feet,
For the mouth, I loved so much
Was bittersweet.

I shall go no more to his grave,
For the woods are cold.

I shall gather as much of joy
As my hands can hold.

I shall stay all day in the sun
Where the wide winds blow, —
But oh, I shall cry at night
When none will know.

― By Sara Teasdale