The Home Book of Verse 62 – Stevenson · Verses Across
Literature · Romance
The Home Book of Verse 62Part 2 · Chapter 71
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Literature · Romance
The Home Book of Verse 62
Part 2 · Chapter 71
StevensonEnglish
No longer mourn for me when I am dead,
Than you shall hear the surly, sullen bell
Give warning to the world that I am fled
From this vile world, with vilest worms to dwell:
Nay, if you read this line, remember not
The hand that writ it; for I love you so,
That I in your sweet thoughts would be forgot,
If thinking on me then should make you woe.
O, if (I say) you look upon this verse,
When I perhaps compounded am with clay,
Do not so much as my poor name rehearse,
But let your love even with my life decay;
Lest the wise world should look into your moan,
And mock you with me after I am gone.
