When death shall poise his white
     fingers upon my brow
When my eyes shall be forever
   closed to all living beauty
Let me choose all you to
Whom I may be dear
A tomb in the sunshine near the
   Infinite and restless sea

When my eyes shall be not as
          now
To this[?] all living beauty
Let me for Chosen all so dear to me
A tomb in the sun bordering the sea
     Great in infinity