Here you will find the Poem Vixit of poet John Le Gay Brereton
Nurse not your grief, nor make obsequious moan When I have shed this flesh I love so well, Nor slowly toll the dull heart-bruising knell, Nor carve my name in customary stone; But let the generous earth reclaim her own And my usurious profit who can tell? Dash tears aside, let joy resume her spell; Stars glitter where the storm is overblown. Because I have lived I would not have one say: ?Here long ago a man of such a name Was left to moulder in his pit of clay.? Let only love remember how I came And built an earthen altar in my day And lit thereon a comfortable flame.
