The poem
And when I come to the dim trail-end, I who have been Life's rover, This is all I would ask, my friend, Over and over and over:
A little space on a stony hill With never another near me, Sky o' the North that's vast and still, With a single star to cheer me;
Star that gleams on a moss-grey stone Graven by those who love me -- There would I lie alone, alone, With a single pine above me;
Pine that the north wind whinneys through -- Oh, I have been Life's lover! But there I'd lie and listen to Eternity passing over.