TESTAMENT

WHEN I am dead, let not my limbs be given

To rot amongst the dead I never knew,

But cast my ashes wide under wide heaven,

Or to my garden let me still be true,

And, like the ashes I was wont to save

Preciously from the hearth beneath my fire,

Lighten the soil with mine. Not, not the grave!

I loved the soil I fought, and this is my desire.