Today is not hot

Today is not Hot.
Ought I to confess my thought?
Ought I not?

The day is cold
But the grave is colder yet.
Would I regret
Where I to be bold
And unfold
My thought?
Ought I? Ought I not?

In the final sleep there is neither cold
Nor hot.
The day is cold,
Should I be bold?
Or not?