Here you will find the Poem A Last Request of poet Alfred Austin
Let not the roses lie Too thickly tangled round my tomb, Lest fleecy clouds that skim the summer sky, Flinging their faint soft shadows, pass it by, And know not over whom. And let not footsteps come Too frequent round that nook of rest; Should I-who knoweth?-not be deaf, though dumb, Bird's idle pipe, or bee's laborious hum, Would suit me, listening, best. And, pray you, do not hew Words to provoke a smile or sneer; But only carve-at least if they be true- These simple words, or some such, and as few, ``He whom we loved lies here.'' And if you only could Find out some quite sequestered slope That, girt behind with undeciduous wood, In front o'erlooks the ocean-then I should Die with a calmer hope. And if you will but so This last request of mine fulfil, I rest your debtor for the final throw And if I can but help you where I go, Be sure, fond friends, I will.
