When unregarding Death shall come,
Pick me up and take me home—
The long long way—
Compose my eye-lids, hush the noise,
And put away the broken toys
At close of day;

If underneath my cleansèd lid
One secret vision may be hid,
Let it be
A purple shallow over-leant
By emerald pines the wind has bent,
And, when the evening sky grows pale,
A single umber-coloured sail