The leaves fall gently on the grass
And all the willow trees, and poplar trees, and elder trees
That bend above her where she sleeps
O all the willow trees, the willow trees
Breathe sighs upon her tomb
O pause and pity, as you pass
She loved so tenderly, so quietly, so hopelessly;
And sometimes comes one here and weeps:
She loved so tenderly, so tenderly
And never told them whom
Epitaph in old mode was written by John Collings Squire & Ivor Gurney.