When I am gone from mortal view

When I am gone from mortal view
The skies will wear their wonted blue;
The clouds distil the summer rain
On leafy wood and grassy plain;
And flowers will smile through morning dew.

The birds I loved will still be true
To their old haunts, and flutter through
The boughs, nor alter one sweet strain
When I am gone.
The silent moon will wax and wane
Heedless that I ne'er come again;
Cold stars roll round in order due;
But hearts — warm hearts — perchance a few
With loving tears some cheeks will stain
When I am gone.