Although no words can really help to ease the loss you bear, Just know that you are very close in every thought and prayer. To live in hearts we leave behind is not to die.

For there no yew nor cypress spread their glom But roses blossom'd each rustic tomb.

O star-eyed Science, hast thou wander'd there, To waft us home the message of despair?

O leave this barren spot to me! Spare, woodman, spare the beechen tree.

Beauty's witching sway is now to me a star that's fallen-a dream that's passed away.

Never wedding, ever wooing, Still a lovelorn heart pursuing, Read you not the wrong you're doing In my cheek's pale hue? All my life with sorrow strewing; Wed or cease to woo.

Men of England! who inheritRights that cost your sires their blood.