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