Until Death.
Make me no vows of constancy, my friend. To love me, though I die, the whole life long, And love no other till thy days shall end — Nay, it were rash and wrong. It would not make me sleep more peacefully That thou wert wasting all thy life in woe For my poor sake. What love thou hast for me Bestow it ere I go. Carve not upon a stone when I am dead The praises which remorseful mourners give To women's graves— a tardy recompense — But speak them while I live. Heap not the heavy marble on my head To shut away the sunshine and the dew ; Let small blooms grow there, and let graßaee wave And raindrops filter through. Thou wilt meet many fairer and more gay Than I ; but, trust me, thou canst never find One who will love and serve thee night and day With a more single mind. Forget me when I die ! The violets Above my rest will blossom just ac blue, Nor miss ' thy tears — c'en nature's self forgets — But while I live, be true !
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Bush Advocate, Volume IX, Issue 796, 24 June 1893, Page 5
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184Until Death. Bush Advocate, Volume IX, Issue 796, 24 June 1893, Page 5
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