Christina Rossetti - An End lyrics

Love, strong as d**h, is dead. Come, let us make his bed Among the dying flowers: A green turf at his head; And a stone at his feet, Whereon we may sit In the quiet evening hours. He was born in the Spring, And died before the harvesting: On the last warm summer day He left us; he would not stay For autumn twilight, cold and gray. Sit we by his grave, and sing He is gone away. To few chords and sad and low Sing we so: Be our eyes fixed on the gra** Shadow-veiled as the years pa**, While we think of all that was In the long ago.