Land And Sea, Weakness And Decline Are

My Friends Should Drink A Dozen Of Claret On My Tomb.

Was It A Vision Or A Waking Dream? Fled Is That Music--do I Wake Or Sleep?

Many A Time I Have Been Half In Love With Easeful Death.

This Grave Contains All That Was Mortal Of A Young English Poet Who On His Death Bed In The Bitterness Of His Heart At The Malicious Power Of His Enemies Desired These Words To Be Engraved On His Tomb Stone "here Lies One Whose Name Was Writ In Water."

Bards Of Passion And Of Mirth, Ye Have Left Your Souls On Earth! Have Ye Souls In Heaven Too, Double-lived In Regions New?