I hope when I am dead that I shall lie In some deserted grave -- I cannot tell you why, But I should like to sleep in some neglected spot, Unknown to every one, by every one forgot. There lying I should taste with my dead breath The utter lack of life, the fullest sense of death; And I should never hear the note of jealousy or hate, The tribute paid by passers-by to tombs of state. To me would never penetrate the prayers and tears That futilely bring torture to dead and dying ears; There I should lie annihilate and my dead heart would bless Oblivion -- the shroud and envelope of happiness. |