Saria, My Love!

Saria.
Smile my love,
today is a day to celebrate!
(wipe your tears) and forget…
Misery has too long a memory!
The parade has finished its procession,
Dew-drop footprints in the percussion
and droning voices leading the music!
A man stands by, watching
you, watching me, watching you.
His face shaded by the old and twisted
Cemetery Tree, and old memory—
Nicolas cries out to the gray sky,
Seeking comfort and glancing about
for an exaggerated display.
My Love!
(wipe your tears) and forget…
Your eyes encourage insincerity!
The young man will wait for you;
by the tree he waits, emotionless except
for a would-be glimmer in the sun.
But in the shade he waits for you,
and his watery eyes!
More admirable I think is he than you;
For what is emotion aloud but proud
and poorly written poetry?
His silent contemplation of me
and you, and him, and I,
I travel ahead, as always.
So if you must watch them bury,
Be one under the Cemetery Tree
(wipe your tears) and forget me!