--'Live, cavalier, though I no more
Survive, let life be thine,
Since for my crime the stroke I bore
The fault alone was mine. 'Cold horror dwells beneath this stone,
And all I knew above
Of glowing life from me is gone,
Except remorse and love. 'The arms shall clasp thy neck no more
Whose shape thou oft hast praised,
The eyes with earth are covered o'er--
That kindly on thee gazed. 'The mouth whose lips did revel free
On thine, is senseless now;
But that fond heart which beat for thee
Death cannot chill its glow.