XX + 

“To-morrow’s dawn will glimmer gray, + 

Bright day will then begin to burn, + 

But the dark sepulchre I may + 

Have entered never to return. + 

The memory of the bard, a dream, + 

Will be absorbed by Lethe’s stream; + 

Men will forget me, but my urn + 

To visit, lovely maid, return, + 

O’er my remains to drop a tear, + 

And think: here lies who loved me well, + 

For consecrate to me he fell + 

In the dawn of existence drear. + 

Maid whom my heart desires alone, + 

Approach, approach; I am thine own.” + 