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ASPHODEL.—Asphodelus Luteus.

“My regrets follow you to the grave.”

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