When this heart is cold and still, <br /> And can throb for thee no more; <br />When it wakes not to the thrill <br /> Of the harp's wild chord; <br /> Nor can e'en afford <br /> A sigh to the days of yore; <br /> <br />Then come to my silent tomb, <br /> Which the breeze will murmur over: <br />Where reigns the deepest gloom— <br /> Where the bat flits by <br /> And the ravens cry— <br /> Thou shalt the spot discover.<br /><br />Louisa Stuart Costello<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lines-when-this-heart-is-cold-and-still/
