And When I Come To The Dim Trail-End, I Who Have Been Life'S Rover, This Is All I Would Ask, My Friend, Over And Over And Over: A Little Space On A Stony Hill With Never Another Near Me, Sky O' The North That's Vast And Still, With A Single Star To Cheer Me; Star That Gleams On A Moss-Grey Stone Graven By Those Who Love Me - There Would I Lie Alone, Alone, With A Single Pine Above Me; Pine That The North Wind Whinneys Through - Oh, I Have Been Life'S Lover! But There I'd Lie And Listen To Eternity Passing Over.