When in the shadow of the tomb
This heart shall rest,
Oh! lay me where spring flowers bloom
On earth's bright breast.
Oh! ne'er in vaulted chambers lay
My lifeless form;
Seek not of such mean, worthless prey
To cheat the worm.
In this sweet city of the dead
I fain would sleep,
Where flowers may deck my narrow bed,
And night dews weep.
But raise not the sepulchral stone
To mark the spot;
Enough, if by thy heart alone
'Tis ne'er forgot.