I sleep so decorum in an archive cave
After the tears roll on the excursion grave
The Sun though slumped
Tide by the rain strand
Do not think astray, dear
For I'm not there

I become bird that must rest
Low lay on the eternity nest
The wings though they are all lost
All the songs retired to a sacred post
Weep not at my tomb where I lie
You do not know, I do not die

St. Ylexinho