If You Come Softly

    If you come as softly
    As the wind within the trees
    You may hear hwat I hear
    See what sorrow sees.

    If you come as lightly
    As threading dew
    I will take you gladly
    Nor ask more of you.

    You may sit beside me
    Silent as a breath
    Only those who stay dead
    Shall remeber death.

    And if you come I will be silent
    Nor speak harsh words to you.
    I will not ask you why now.
    Or how, or what you do.

    We shall sit here, softly
    Beneath two different years
    And the rich between us
    Shall drink our tears.