The Sad Thoughts

When the coffin lid is closed behind me,

And the hammers begin to knock sadly,

The forgotten sweetheart will cling to the boards fin

With a tearful face, swollen with longing.

I will not disturb with  her tears oozing,

I will not move  at damp  mortal board chess;

For earthly passions now mean  just nothing,

For t’dead need neither sorrow nor sadness….