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Written by: Lucy Maud Montgomery | Biography
 | Quotes (4) |
 When I am dead
I would that ye make my bed
On that low-lying, windy waste by the sea,
Where the silvery grasses rustle and lisp;
There, where the crisp
Foam-flakes shall fly over me,
And murmurs creep 
From the ancient heart of the deep,
Lulling me ever, I shall most sweetly sleep.
While the eerie sea-folk croon On the long dim shore by the light of a waning moon.
I shall not hear Clamor of young life anear, Voices of gladness to stir an unrest; Only the wandering mists of the sea Shall companion me; Only the wind in its quest Shall come where I lie, Or the rain from the brooding sky With furtive footstep shall pass me by, And never a dream of the earth Shall break on my slumber with lure of an out-lived mirth.

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