Bury me standing and pennyeyed,
A pagan and a fighter I have died,
Nor expect to be alive again–
So loving you must have an end.
Although intimations came and went
Of a meaning more eternal when we kissed,
I kept to my convictions and now am spent.–
Light a penny-candle if I’m missed.
Don’t imagine that from heaven I would frown
If you still cavort and canter like a lass;
Something there is that loves a clown,
And I loved you when I saw you last.
So leave a stone and raise a glass to me,
Who when he kissed you, kissed you; as it was meant to be.