"And say, when summon'd from the world and thee,
I lay my head beneath the willow tree;
Wilt  sweet mourner! at my stone appear,
And soothe my parted spirit ling'ring near?
Oh, wilt thou come! at ev'ning hour, to shed
The tears of Memory o'er my narrow bed;
With aching temples on thy hand reclin'd,
Muse on the last farewell I leave behind,
Breathe a deep sigh to winds that murmur low,
And think on all my love, and all my woe?"