Poems (Chandler)/What she said in her Tomb

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WHAT SHE SAID IN HER TOMB.
NOW, at last, I lie asleep Where no morrows break,—Why take heed to tread so soft?  Fear you lest I wake?
Time there was when I was red  As a rose in June With the kisses of your lips,—  Ah, they failed me soon.
Now they would not warm my mouth Though they fell like rain: I am marble, dear; and they  Marble cannot stain.
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Ah, if you had loved me more,  Been content to wait, Some time you had found the key  To Love's inmost gate.
Why, indeed, should any man  Wait for Autumn days, When the present Summer wooes  To her rosy ways?
Only,—now I lie here dead;  I shall not awake, And you need not tread so soft  For my deaf ears' sake.
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