Death And Life

 'Twas in the grave-yard's gruesome gloom
That May and I were mated;
We sneaked inside and on a tomb
Our love was consummated.

It's quite all right, no doubt we'll wed,
Our sin will go unchidden .
 .
 .

Ah! sweeter than the nuptial bed
Are ecstasies forbidden.


And as I held my sweetheart close,
And she was softly sighing,
I could not help but think of those
In peace below us lying.

Poor folks! No disrespect we meant,
And beg you'll be forgiving;
We hopes the dead will not resent
The rapture of the living.


And when in death I, too, shall lie,
And lost to those who love me,
I wish two sweethearts roving by
Will plight their troth above me.

Oh do not think that I will grieve
To hear the vows they're voicing,
And if their love new life conceive,
'Tis I will be rejoicing.

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