Чарльз Хьюберт Гастингс Парри - No longer mourn for me - ноты, текст песни (слова)

No longer mourn for me when I am dead 
Then you shall hear the surly sullen bell 
Give warning to the world that I am fled 
From this vile world, with vilest worms to dwell: 
Nay, if you read this line, remember not 
The hand that writ it; for I love you so, 
That I in your sweet thoughts would be forgot, 
If thinking on me then should make you woe. 
O, if (I say) you look upon this verse, 
When I perchance compounded am with clay, 
Do not so much as my poor name rehearse; 
But let your love e'en with my life decay: 
Lest the wise world should look into your moan, 
And mock you with me after I am gone.