Young men walking the open streets
Of death's republic, remember your lovers.

When you foresaw with vision prescient
The planet pain rising across your sky
We fused your sight in our soft burning beauty:
We laid you down in meaodws drunk with cowslips
And led you in the ways of our bright city.

Young men who wander death's vague meadows,
Remember your lovers who gave you more than flowers.

When you woke grave-chilled at midnight
To pace the pavement of your bitter dream
We brought you back to bed and brought you home
From the dark antechamber of desire
Into our lust as warm as candle-flame.

Young men who lie in the carven beds of death,
Remember your lovers who gave you more than dreams.

From the sun shelt'ring your careless head
Or from the painted devil your quick eye,
We led you out of terror tenderly
And fooled you into peace with our soft words
And gave you all we had and let you die.

Young men drunk with death's unquenchable wisdom,
Remember your lovers who gave you more than love.