At a Grave

As out of the dark the stars,
Broke forth the heavenly bars
Of passion strong,
The wild bird’s song,
Borne, wave on wave,
From a branch above a grave.

Mute heart, you, listening, heard
The music of the bird;
’T was in your cry, —
“A song had I,
But oh, I know
Of the dead asleep below ! ”