When Some Day
Dearest comrade, when you arrive some day To gaze upon my tomb, And scattered all around it see Bright flowers in freshest bloom, Think not that they are ordinary flowers at your feet thus born, Or that Spring has brought them here My new home to adorn. They are my songs unsung, which must Within my heart but hide; They are words of love left Unuttered when I died. They are ardent kisses, my dear, Sent from that world unknown, The path to which before you lies, Blocked by this tomb alone!...