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Let me not die for ever, when I’m gone

   To the cold earth! but let my memory

Live like the gorgeous western light that shone

   Over the clouds where sank day’s majesty.

Let me not be forgotten! though the grave

   Has clasped its hideous arms around my brow.

Let me not be forgotten! though the wave

   Of time’s dark current rolls above me now.

Yet not in tears remembered be my name;

   Weep over those ye loved; for me, for me,

Give me the wreath of glory, and let fame

   Over my tomb spread immortality!