In the days when love is dead,
When for gravestone at his head
Lies a store of memories sweet,
While dead hopes lie at his feet,
When the flowers of vain regret
Scattered on his grave, are wet
With the tears that we shall shed;
Will you seek a living love,
And forget the old love, dead,
And his monument above?
Or will you in a patient way
Wait love's resurrection day?