First Line: WHEN I AM DEAD, WITHHOLD, I PRAY, YOUR BLOOMING LEGACY Last Line: O, IT WOULD GRIEVE ME UTTERLY, TO FIND THEM ON MY BIER! Subject(s): DEATH; DEAD, THE;
When I am dead, withhold, I pray, your blooming legacy; Beneath the willows did I bide, and they should cover me; I longed for light and fragrance, and I sought them far and near, O, it would grieve me utterly, to find them on my bier!
