Regret Not Me

        Regret not me;
      Beneath the sunny tree
I lie uncaring slumbering peacefully.

        Swift as the light
      I flew my faery flight;
Ecstatically I moved, and feared no night.

        I did not know
      That heydays fade and go,
But deemed that what was would be always so.

        I skipped at morn
      Between the yellowing corn,
Thinking it good and glorious to be born.

        I ran at eves
      Among the piled-up sheaves,
Dreaming, 'I grieve not, therefore nothing grieves.'

        Now soon will come
      The apple, pear, and plum
And hinds will sing, and autumn insects hum.

        Again you will fare
      To cider-makings rare,
And junketings; but I shall not be there.

        Yet gaily sing
      Until the pewter ring
Those songs we sang when we went gipsying.

        And lightly dance
      Some triple-timed romance
In coupled figures, and forget mischance;

        And mourn not me
      Beneath the yellowing tree;
For I shall mind not, slumbering peacefully.