This Grave contains all that was Mortal of a Young English Poet Who on his Death Bed in the Bitterness of his Heart at the Malicious Power of his Enemies Desired these words to be engraved on his Tomb Stone "Here lies One Whose Name was writ in Water."

Knowledge enormous makes a god of me.

Fade far away, dissolve, and quite forget.

Its better to lose your ego to the One you Love than to lose the One you Love to your Ego

Darkling I listen; and, for many a time I have been half in love with easeful Death, Called him soft names in many a muse' d rhyme, To take into the air my quiet breath; Now more than ever seems it rich to die, To cease upon the midnight with no pain, While thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad In such an ecstasy!

The poetry of the earth is never dead.

Music's golden tongue Flatter'd to tears this aged man and poor.