DO NOT GRIEVE WHEN I AM GONE
Do not grieve when I am gone,
When Death has come to bestow a kiss
Upon these lips to silence them.
Departed now all essence from this vessel
Before it’s laid in Earth’s dark bosom
To return to dust from whence it came.
Nose now deadened to the lily’s scent;
Eyes unseeing shall tears no longer shed;
Ears stone deaf to the eulogy’s praises;
Lips insensate to one last, bitter kiss.
For this heart that loved and suffered much
Lies stilled in welcomed rest’s embrace at last.