LOVED when my love from all but thee had flown,
Come near me; seat thee on this level stone,
And, ere thou lookest o’er the churchyard-wall
To catch, as once we did, you waterfall,
Look a brief moment on the turf between
And see a tomb thou never yet hast seen.
My spirit will be sooth’d to hear once more
Good-bye, as gently spoken as before.