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WHEN I AM DEAD by ANONYMOUS

First Line: TOLL NOT THE BELL OF DEATH FOR ME
Last Line: "UNTOLD, UNSAID"
Subject(s): DEATH; "DEAD, THE;"
TOLL not the bell of death for me
When I am dead;
Strew not the flowery wreath o'er me,
On my cold bed.

Let friendship's sacred tear
On my fresh grave appear,
Gemming with pearls my bier—
When I am dead.

No dazzling, proud array
Of pageantry display,
My fate to spread;
Let not the busy crowd be near,
When I am dead,

Fanning with unfelt sighs my bier,
Sighs quickly sped.
Deep let the impression rest
On some fond female breast;
Then were my memory blest,
When I am dead.

Let not the day be writ;
Love will remember it
Untold, unsaid.



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