I have no riches but my thoughts,Yet these are wealth enough for me;My thoughts of you are golden coinsStamped in the mint of memory;And I must spend them all in song,For thoughts, as well as gold, must beLeft on the hither side of deathTo gain their immortality.

If I Must GoIf I must go to heaven's endClimbing the ages like a stair,Be near me and forever bendWith the same eyes above me there;Time will fly past us like leaves flying,We shall not heed, for we shall beBeyond living, beyond dying,Knowing and known unchangeably.

It will not change nowAfter so many years;Life has not broken itWith parting or tears;Death will not alter it,It will live on In all my songs for youWhen I am gone.

Let it be you who lean above meOn my last day,Let it be you who shut my eyelidsForever and aye.Say a 'Good-night' as you have said itAll of these years,With the old look, with the old whisperAll without tears.You will know then all that in silenceYou always knew,Though I have loved, I loved no otherAs I love you.

Now while my lips are livingTheir words must stay unsaid,And will my soul rememberTo speak when I am dead?Yet if my soul rememberedYou would not heed it, dear,For now you must now listen,And then you could not hear.

Since Death brushed past me once more to-day,Let me say quickly what I must say:Take without shame the love I give you,Take it before I am hurried away.You are intrepid, noble, kind, My heart goes to you with my mind,The plummet of your thought is longSunk in deep water, cold with song.You are all I asked, my dear–My words are said, my way is clear.

We are two eaglesFlying togetherUnder the heavens,Over the mountains,Stretched on the wind.Sunlight heartens us,Blind snow baffles us,Clouds wheel after usRavelled and thinned.We are like eaglesBut when Death harries us,Human and humbledWhen one of us goes,Let the other follow,Let the flight be ended,Let the fire blacken,Let the book close.

Perhaps if Death is kind, and there can be returning, We will come back to earth some fragrant night, And take these lanes to find the sea, and bending Breathe the same honeysuckle, low and white. We will come down at night to these resounding beaches And the long gentle thunder of the sea, Here for a single hour in the wide starlight We shall be happy, for the dead are free.