Memory

I would not that my memory all should die
And pass away with every common lot
I would not that my humble dust should lie
In quite a strange and unfrequented spot
By all unheeded and by all forgot
With nothing save the heedless winds to sigh
And nothing but the dewy morn to weep
About my grave, far hid from the world's eye
I fain would have some friend to wander nigh
And find a path to where my ashes sleep
Not the cold heart that merely passes by
To read who lies beneath, but such as keep
Past memories warm with deeds of other years,
And pay to friendship some few friendly tears

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