I Loved A Child As We Should Love Each Other Everywhere; I Cared More For His Happiness Than I Dreaded My Own Despair. An Angel Asked Me To Give Him My Whole Life'S Dearest Cost; And In Adding Mine To His Treasures I Knew They Could Never Be Lost. To His Heart I Gave The Gold, Though Little My Own Had Known; To His Eyes What Tenderness From Youth In Mine Had Grown! I Gave Him All My Buoyant Hope For My Future Years; I Gave Him Whatever Melody My Voice Had Steeped In Tears. Upon The Shore Of Darkness His Drifted Body Lies. He Is Dead, And I Stand Beside Him, With His Beauty In My Eyes. I Am Like Those Withered Petals We See On A Winter Day, That Gladly Gave Their Color In The Happy Summer Away. I Am Glad I Lavished My Worthiest To Fashion His Greater Worth; Since He Will Live In Heaven, I Shall Lie Content In The Earth.