They had gather’d around him to see him die.
“Oh, bury me not in the deep, deep sea,
Where the billowing shroud will swell o’er me;
Where no light will break through the dark cold wave,
And no sunbeam rest upon my grave;
It matters not, I have often been told
Where the body shall lie when the heart is cold,
Yet grant, oh, grant this boon to me,
Oh, bury me not in the deep, deep sea.
“For in fancy I’ve listen’d to the well-known words,