Testament

 Oh, let it be a night of lyric rain
And singing breezes, when my bell is tolled.

I have so loved the rain that I would hold
Last in my ears its friendly, dim refraln.

I shall lie cool and quiet, who have lain
Fevered, and watched the book of day unfold.

Death will not see me flinch; the heart is bold
That pain has made incapable of pain.


Kinder the busy worms than ever love;
It will be peace to lie there, empty-eyed,
My bed made secret by the leveling showers,
My breast replenishing the weeds above.

And you will say of me, "Then has she died?
Perhaps I should have sent a spray of flowers.
"

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