When I cast my slough of clay <br />Put it quietly away. <br /> <br />Let no bloom untimely fade <br />Where my empty heart is laid. <br /> <br />Ask no folk to crowd around <br />With an air of woe profound. <br /> <br />Those who love me know that I <br />Cannot in a coffin lie. <br /> <br />Let them go where'er they will, <br />Dreaming of me living still. <br /> <br />Let no formal words be said <br />Customary for the dead. <br /> <br />Plant no stone above the pit: <br />Let the grass run over it.<br /><br />John Le Gay Brereton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-clay/
