When I was taking Grade 4 organ theory, there was this section of the theory paper where we were given a short poem and we had to give rhythm to the poem. And there was this one poem that I remembered vividly as it was so morbid and sad:
The Unquiet Grave
The Wind doth blow today, my love,
And a few small drops of rain;
I never had but one true-love,
In cold grave she was lain.
I'll do as much for my true-love,
As any young man may;
I'll sit and mourn all at her grave
For a twelvemonth and a day.
The twelvemonth and a day being up,
The dead began to speak:
'Oh who sits weeping on my grave,
And will not let me sleep?
'Tis I, my love, sits on your grave,
And will not let you sleep;
For I crave one kiss of your clay-cold lips,
And that is all I seek.
You crave one kiss of my clay-cold lips;
But my breath smells earthly strong;
If you have one kiss of my clay-cold lips,
Your time will not be long.
"Tis down in younder garden green,
Love, where we used to walk,
The finest flower that ere was seen
Is withered to a stalk.
The stalk is withered dry, my love,
So will our hearts decay;
So make yourself content, my love,
Till God calls you away.
Man, I dunno what's come over me but reading the poem makes me feel a tad sad. I sometimes wonder where do we all go, or what will become of us when we die. Of course being a Catholic, I believe that we'll go to heaven to return to God. Hmm.. I really must start doing more good deeds =)
In one of my fav movies Dragon Heart (it's an old film), I recalled that there was one scene whereby the knight (Bowen) asked the Dragon where will he go when he dies.. and the Dragon replied
"to the stars.. Bowen.. to the stars.."
Now, that's a nice thought :)
