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.