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My tears are past,—the grave will be Like a home and a haven, welcome to me! I have marked the fairest of hopes decay, Have seen love pass like a cloud away, Seen bloom and sweet feelings waste to a sigh, Till my heart has sickened and wished to die.

Falling to earth like a shower of light, Yon ash tree is losing its blossoms of white; Ere its green berries are coloured with red, I shall be numbered amid the dead. The buds that are falling in dust will lie A prey for the worms, and soon so shall I!

Be my tomb in the green grass made, There let no white tombstone be laid; All my monument shall be A lonely and bending cypress tree, Drooping—just such as should lean above One who lived and who died for love!