Let Love clasp Grief

Who trusted love was true indeed, And love Creation's final law

Tho' Nature, red in tooth and claw, With ravine, shriek'd against his creed

Let Love clasp Grief lest both be drown'd, Let darkness keep her raven gloss

Ah, sweeter to be drunk with loss, To dance with death, to beat the ground

Old Yew, which graspest at the stones, That name the under-lying dead

Thy fibres net the dreamless head, Thy roots are wrapt about the bones

Let Love clasp Grief lest both be drown'd, Let darkness keep her raven gloss

Ah, sweeter to be drunk with loss, To dance with death, to beat the ground

I held it truth, with him who sings, To one clear harp in divers tones

That men may rise on stepping-stones, Of their dead selves to higher things