Manuscript:
Transcription:
When death with his white fingers
Shall touch my brow
And close my eyes forever
To all living beauty
Choose for me all ye you to whom
I may be dear
A grave in the Sun near the
border of the Sea 3
Infinite 1 and restless 2 -
[i.e., A grave in the Sun near the
border of Infinite and restless Sea]
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And when the Great were appeased [have appeared?]
I shall hear shall chant the old kisses echo
The To music far away
It is enough the treasure of grief
and joy amassed
In human life
To charm the eternal sleep –
