Poetry of the Anonymous

XIII - Funeral

Down the solemn steps I tread,

Though the path is not clear ahead,

I was left with my fear,

Yet your voice I could not hear –

The tears haven't set in yet,

Though mine are only to let,

What has become of this day?

In your bed that night I lay –

So sudden was the news to me,

I fear I shall never feel glee,

My eyes fall on you and they shut,

Your face so still my heart is cut –

Your last words I cannot hear,

But your face I shall always see,

It seemed you never felt fear,

Now I wander what you are to be.