| First Line: | When in death I shall calm recline |
| Meter: | 8, 9, 10 |
| Printable Page Scan: | [Gif 69k] [Wide Gif 69k] |
| Midi: | [midi] |
1. When in death I shall calm recline,
O bear my heart to my mistress dear;
Tell her it lived upon smiles and wine
Of the brightest hue, while it lingered here.
Bid her not shed one tear of sorrow,
To sully a heart so brilliant and light;
But balmy drops of the red grape borrow,
To bathe the relic from morn to night.