In the event of my Demise
when my heart can beat no more
Fifteen men on the Dead Man's Chest—
Drink and the devil had done for the rest—
Sunset and evening star,
And one clear call for me!
A lonely young wife
In her dreaming discerns
The Seed-Merchant has lost his son,
His dear, his loved, his only one.
Sick on my journey, only my dreams will wander
So! Is it death at last Coming so gentle-wise?
We passed their graves:
The dead men there,
Today, there are not tears enough
Yesterday, she was here
Ah! linger yet — a God of love is breathing
New life and passion through the frozen earth,
In Scarlet towne, where I was borne,
There was a faire maid dwellin,
I wish to leave the world
By its natural door;
When the old junk man Death
Comes to gather up our bodies
Yo pienso, cuando me alegro Como un escolar sencillo,
Yo quiero salir del mundo Por la puerta natural:
Grief on the death, it has blackened my heart:
It has snatched my low and left me desolate,
Here, where the lonely hooting owl
Sends forth his midnight moans,
Holding a yellow chrysanthemum in the early morning
I visited the graveyard
Death is the bullies bashing against the black walls and roof tiling,
There are times when
I think only of killing
En el bote iba remando Por el lago seductor
Cese, señora, el duelo en vuestro canto,
¿Qué fuera nuestra vida sin enojos?
They turn the key in the door, take out their old, well-hidden letters,
I would if I could choose
Age and die outwards as a tulip does;
Put your man down somewhere in a good lasting soil.
This is no longer a song, no human hum. It can be heard reaching
Por la tumba del cortijo Donde está el padre enterrado,
A day of seeming innocence,
A glorious sun and sky,
O the calling of the waves on the pebbled beach below,
And the seagull sweeping o'er the waters grey!
Beat in the fumy heat,
among the seared pines,
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