And if you come when all the leaves are falling,
and I am dead,
as dead I may well be,
then you will find the place where I am lying,
and kneel, and say a prayer for me.

And I shall hear,
though soft you tread upon me,
and all my dreams will warm and sweeter be.
If you do not fail to tell me that you love me,
then I will simply sleep and wait until you come to me.