Under dusky laurel leaf,
Scarlet leaf of rose,
I lie prone, who have known
All a woman knows.
Love and grief and motherhood,
Fame and mirth and scorn
These are all shall befall
Any woman born.
Jewel-laden are my hands,
Tall my stone above
Do not weep that I sleep,
Who was wise in love.
Where I walk, a shadow gray
Through gray asphodel,
I am glad, who have had
All that life can tell.
