Spring

The air is full of dawn and spring;  
 Outside the room I see  
A swallow, like a shaft of light,  
 Shift sideways suddenly.  
 
There is no room for death at all  
 In earth or heaven above;  
He never yet believed in death  
 Who ever learned to love.  
 
Build me a tomb when I am dead,  
 But leave a window free  
That I may watch the swallow’s flight,  
 And spring come back to me.  
 
Build me a tomb of steel and stone,  
 But leave one window free,  
That I may feel the spring come back—  
 And you come back to me!