Enough Rope/Testament
Testament
OH let it be a night of lyric rainAnd singing breezes, when my bell is tolled.I have so loved the rain that I would holdLast in my ears its friendly, dim refrain.I shall lie cool and quiet, who have lainFevered, and watched the book of day unfold.Death will not see me flinch; the heart is boldThat pain has made incapable of pain.
Kinder the busy worms than ever love;It will be peace to lie there, empty-eyed,My bed made secret by the leveling showers,My breast replenishing the weeds above.And you will say of me, “Then has she died?Perhaps I should have sent a spray of flowers.”