The Dead Are In Their Silent Graves, And The Dew Is Cold Above, And The Living Weep And Sigh, Over Dust That Once Was Love. Once I Only Wept The Dead, But Now The Living Cause My Pain: How Couldst Thou Steal Me From My Tears, To Leave Me To My Tears Again? My Mother Rests Beneath The Sod, - Her Rest Is Calm And Very Deep: I Wish'D That She Could See Our Loves, - But Now I Gladden In Her Sleep. Last Night Unbound My Raven Locks, The Morning Saw Them Turned To Gray, Once They Were Black And Well Beloved, But Thou Art Changed, - And So Are They! The Useless Lock I Gave Thee Once, To Gaze Upon And Think Of Me, Was Ta'En With Smiles, - But This Was Torn In Sorrow That I Send To Thee!