I'll Not Disturb Thy Peace

I'll not disturb thy peace, dear dead,
My life's one treasure buried here.

When with my sore heart's orphaned child-
My pale-faced woe, — I shall appear

Quite often here, my tears to shed.

I will not come like tempest wild,
Not come with noise or coarse display.

I simply come to kiss this stone, —
My tears e'en wipe this kiss away, —

Then peacefully leave thee alone.