No matter who you are, you are alive
: pass quickly
Among the grasses by my humble vault
Don't crush the flowers
where I lie unconsoled
Listening to the climbing ant
I think you stopped. That singing was a dove:
Oh no, don't sacrifice it on my tomb.
To earn my favour, give it flight and freedom.
Life is so sweet: oh, let it live, my friend.
It was under the myrtle garland, at the door,
On the sill of marriage I died, a virgin wife,
So near - already far from him I used to love.
So my eyes closed against the happy light.
And now I stay - alas, for everyone -
With Erebus deaf to prayers, in the embrace of Night.
Jose-Maria De Heredia