Louise Chandler Moulton - After d**h lyrics

I would not have thee warm when I am cold; But both together--'neath some sylvan mound, Amid the pleasant secrets under ground, Where green things flourish in the embracing mould, And jealous seeds the souls of blossoms hold-- In some sweet fellowship of silence bound, Deeper than life, more exquisite than sound, Rest tranquilly while Love's new tales are told. We will not grudge the waking world its bliss, Its joy of speech, its gladness of surprise, When lovers clasp each others hands and kiss And earth puts on new glory to their eyes: We, lying there with d**h's deep knowledge wise, Shall know that we have found Life's best in this.