Pelham Vol VII by Edward Bulwer-lytton — Read

I do but hide Under these words, like embers, every spark Of that which has consumed me. Quick and dark The grave is yawning; -- as its roof shall cover My limbs with dust and worms, under and over, So let oblivion hide this grief. Julian and Maddalo.

With thee, the very future fled, I stand amid the past alone; A tomb which still shall guard the dead Tho' every earthlier trace be flown, A tomb o'er which the weeds that love Decay -- their wild luxuriance wreathe! The cold and callous stone above -- And only thou and death beneath. From Unpublished Poems by_____.