Lines Written in an Album, at Malta
As o'er the cold sepulchral stoneSome name arrests the passer-by;Thus, when thou view'st this page alone,May mine attract thy pensive eye!
And when by thee that name is read,Perchance in some succeeding year,Reflect on me as on the dead,And think my Heart is buried here.
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