Still his little grave she seeketh br In her mother-sorrow wild, br Hush! While in her heart she speaketh br To the spirit of her child: br “Were we not to one another br Once the sum of all sweet gain? br Say then—say unto thy mother, br Shall we ever meet again? br Darling, shall we meet again, br Knowing, loving one another? br “Ah! What weary, weary sorrows br Have I known through loss of thee, br And what comfortless to-morrows br Wait me in this misery! br Were we not to one another br Once the sum of all sweet gain? br Say then—say unto thy mother, br Shall we ever meet again? br Darling, shall we meet again, br Knowing, loving one another?” br br But the wind alone is heard br Sighing in reply, br Where the long grave-grass is stirred br As it floweth by.