No sad songs, please:
Sad songs just tease
At sorrow.

Words, too, betray,
And names, forever,
And tomorrow.

Look out at the snow:
In mem’ry’s art
Is unexpected
Radiance, and in
The speeches of the heart,
You yourself are
Resurrected.

Stretch your hands out
To that whiteness:
In its cold and burning
Veins
You’ll feel returning
The redeeming life
It contains.

No sad songs, please,
No sad songs, please,
No sad songs.