W For Will

If I should die, this house is yours,

A little money too:

It's a poor reward I make,

For all this care from you.

And though you take a second mate,

And think that man the best,

I would not change- if dead men could-

One word of this bequest.

Would that I could bequeath to you

My joy in Earth and sky-

Worth more than gold or precious stones,

To be remembered by.