Nurse Not Your Grief, Nor Make Obsequious Moan When I Have Shed This Flesh I Love So Well, Nor Slowly Toll The Dull Heart-Bruising Knell, Nor Carve My Name In Customary Stone; But Let The Generous Earth Reclaim Her Own And My Usurious Profit Who Can Tell? Dash Tears Aside, Let Joy Resume Her Spell; Stars Glitter Where The Storm Is Overblown. Because I Have Lived I Would Not Have One Say: 'Here Long Ago A Man Of Such A Name Was Left To Moulder In His Pit Of Clay.' Let Only Love Remember How I Came And Built An Earthen Altar In My Day And Lit Thereon A Comfortable Flame.