Lie down and be forgotten in the dust,
I and the modest partners of my days 695
Making a silent company in death;
Love, knowledge, all my manifold delights
All buried with me without monument
Or profit unto any but ourselves.
It must not be, if I, divinely taught, 700
Be privileged to speak as I have felt
Of what in man is human or divine.
While yet an innocent little-one, with a heart