Wedding Napkins

When we that wore the myrtle wear the dust,
And years of darkness cover up our eyes,
And all our arrogant laughter and sweet lust
Keep counsel with the scruples of the wise;
When boys and girls that are now in the loins
Of croaking lads, dip oar into the sea --
And who are these that dive for copper coins?
No longer we, my love, no longer we --
Then let the fortunate breathers of the air,
When we lie speechless in the muffling mould,
Tease not our ghosts with slander, pause not there
To say that love is false and soon grows cold,
But pass in silence the mute grave of two
Who lived and died believing love was true.

-Edna St. Vincent Millay

This woman is my hero.