and thou, who tell'st me to forget

Away! we know that tears are vain,
That death nor heeds nor hears distress:
Will this unteach us to complain?
Or make one mourner weep the less?
And thou - who tell'st me to forget,
Thy looks are wan, thine eyes are wet.

Oh! snatched away in beauty's bloom - Lord Byron

help me to carry the fire

Help me to carry the fire
We will keep it alight together
Help me to carry the fire
It will light our way forever

Editors - No Sound but the Wind