Thou shall ever touch that tomb once?
Never thou may, it lays obscure ever.
There, to breath hard for angels but in vain,
When the clouds appear from tangled dirge.
Weep no more, to blush the nymphs,
Shaggy they are, to shade me ever
Fondly with copses and lays!
To relish peace to my sable shroud.
Younder, moping owls frighten my dreams,
Lea fed the lowing herd, to solace me.
I hear the knell of another passing day,
Beneath heaven, so large was his bounty!
Thou happened to pass once hard by,
Smiling as in scorn, muttering wayward fancies.
The wonted fires resigned the sepulchre far behind,
Nevertheless, there to be born summer dreams...
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