An Upbraiding

Now I am dead you sing to me

The songs we used to know,

But while I lived you had no wish

Or care for doing so.

Now I am dead you come to me

In the moonlight, comfortless;

Ah, what would I have given alive

To win such tenderness!

When you are dead, and stand to me

Not differenced, as now,

But like again, will you be cold

As when we lived, or how?

A quote from a Hardy novel

“I shan't forget you, Jude,' he said, smiling, as the cart moved off. Be a good boy, remember; and be kind to animals and birds, and read all you can.” 

(Jude the Obscure)

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