If you could have known, you little bird,
That you would here die today
Would you have flown to another
Place?
If you could have known your sweetest song
Would on this stone be silencéd
Would you have come here not to-
Day?
If you could have known that death would clip
The pinions of your golden wings
Would you have scorned this path and gone
Another?
Or are these thoughts the thoughts of man,
And foreign to your purer mind,
Which revels, so it seems, in living life, not musing over
Death?