Is this my tomb, this humble stone
Above this narrow mound
Is this my resting place, so lone
So green so quiet round?
Not even a stately tree to shade
The sunbeam from my bed
Not even a flower in tribute laid
As sacred to the dead

I look along those evening hills
As mute as earth may be
I hear not even the voice of rills
Not even a cloud I see
How long is it since human tread
Was heard on that dim track
Which through the shadowy valley's bed
Winds far & farther back

And was I not a lady once
My home a princely hall
And did not hundreds make response
When e're I deigned to call
Methinks as in a doubtful dream
That dwelling proud I see
Where I caught first the early beam
Of being's dayspring free

Methinks the flash is round me still
Of mirro[r]s broad & bright
Methinks I see the torches fill
My chambers with their light
And o'er my limbs the draperies flow
All gloss & silken shine
On my cold brow the jewels glow
As bright as festal wine

Who then disrobed that worshipped form
Who wound this winding sheet
Who turned the blood that ran so warm
To winter's frozen sleet
O can it be that many a sun
Has set as that sets now
Since last its fervid lustre shone
Upon my living brow

Have all the wild dark clouds of night
Each eve for years drawn on
While I interred so far from light
Have slumbered thus alone
Has this green mound been wet with rain
Such rain as storms distil
When, the wind's high & warning strain
Swells loud on sunless hill

And I have slept where roughest hind
Had shuddered to pass by
And no dread did my spirit find
In all that snow-racked sky
Though shook the iron rails around
As swept by deepened breeze
They gave a strange & hollow sound
That living veins might freeze

O was that music like my own
Such as I used to play
When soft clear & holy shone
The summer moon's first ray
And saw me lingering to feel
The influence of that sky
O words may not the peace reveal
That filled its concave high

As rose & bower how far beneath
Hung down o'ercharged with dew
And sighed their too sweet & fragrant breath
To every gale that blew,
The hour for music but in vain
Each ancient stanza rose
To lips that could not with their strain
Break Earth's & heaven's repose

Yet first a note & then a line
The fettered tongue would say
And then the whole rich song divine
Found free & gushing way
Past, Past, forgotten I am here
They dug my chamber deep
I know no hope I feel no fear
I sleep—how calm I sleep!