When o’er me you lay the blanket, <br />Of this earths protecting sod; <br />And you set me down forever <br />With my soul called back to God. <br /> <br />Oh, lay me down by the River Seine, <br />By the grasses green, and the willows wide; <br />Beside the spruce that I love so well <br />There let my clay fore’er abide. <br /> <br />Think not of me in the cold, dark ground, <br />But of my new, Angelic form; <br />Waiting for you, up in Heaven, <br />Done - the restless, bittersweet storm! <br /> <br />Oh weep for me, my loved ones dear! <br />Let the healing tears overflow, <br />Let the pain of the loved and lost <br />O’er my wooden casket flow. <br /> <br />Weep for me, then weep no more - <br />But turn again to this world and strife; <br />Hold fast your soul in the love of God, <br />That we meet again in Eternal life. <br /> <br /> <br />No restless script upon on my stone, <br />No flattering words o’er my pallid brow; <br />But write of love, and truth, and judgment, <br />And, could they, should they, rhyme, somehow?<br /><br />Wildwood Slim<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-poets-request/
