Epitaph For A Poet - Joan Baez

I have wrapped my dreams in a silken cloth

And laid them away in a box of gold

Where long will cling the lips of the moth

I have wrapped my dreams in a silken cloth

I hide no hate;

I am not even wroth

Who found the earth’s breath so keen and cold

I have wrapped my dreams in a silken cloth

And laid them away in a box of gold