Sadly Rhyms

When they close the coffin lid behind my corpse,

And the hammers begin to pound sadly,

My forgotten sweetheart will cling to the boards

With a tear-stained face, swollen with melancholy.

I’ant disturb by her tears oozing,

I will not move  at damp  mortal board chess:

Now Earthly passions mean nothing

For t’dead need neither sorrow nor sadness…