When grief is weary and white flowers droop on your grave ,
When the moon has waned and wan is the world of men ,
Though I give to despair what strength to delight I gave
Desire of my life , dear love , how shall I mourn you then ?
White is the moon , merry this world of men .
With joy unwearied I braid white flowers for your brow ;
Live , for delight must wane and we know not when —
Desire of my life , dear love , how shall I mourn you now ?
High is the moon — ah , never teach me the how !
A swan sings one sweet day and dies in his song :
Whenever it be that I at your graveside bow ,
Desire of my life , dear love , I shall not mourn you long —
One song , and I follow your step across the bourn :
Desire of my life , dear love , believe me I shall not mourn .
14th September 1952
[ On the same sheet as Greensleeves ]