Soon at last my sighs and moans
Will untangle from my bones.
Tenemented in my flesh,
Vanity will flee its mesh.
I shall be, with things that pass,
As anonymous as grass;
Deep, and unseduced by sun,
I shall feed oblivion.
Garrulous too long, I must
Learn the brevity of dust;
While the moaning of a tree
Will be all my elegy.