Alone in the night / On a dark hill / With pines around me /
Spicy and still, And a heaven full of stars / Over my head,
White and topaz / And misty red

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.