Let it be said of me I loved a quiet place

Rather than stir and life. Let it be said

I loved a friendly face

Rather than laughing crowds,

And let it be said I loved,

That things I loved were beautiful

Small things: the lights at night,

A pleasant book, a simple song,

The curl of smoke, a fragrant

A lovely poem's swinging line;

Let it be said I loved

The way my dog would greet

The sound of home returning feet

With joyous tail; that I loved silence

And the deepening sky.

Let these be gently said of me

If I should die.