I shall live in your legend to make A new spirit now wholly begotten; For in death, your memory will not forsake Those words in my soul that are not forgotten. Your face glows immortal in my heart to save Even me, for I go too where all must die; When I would sleep alone in a silent grave With my love entombed, there you lie. Your memory will be my triumphant verse Which my mind has not created yet to read; And a voice will sing of you to rehearse Words of praise when the world must heed. In me you live by the touch of my pen And I breathe in you through the mouths of men.