no clue about the title :) Robert Burns--

 

oh! death will find me, long before i tire

of watching you; and swing me suddenly

into the shade and loneliness and mire

of the last land! there, waiting patiently,

 

one day, i think, i'll feel a cool wind blowing,

see a slow light across the stygian tide,

and hear the dead about me stire, unknowing,

and tremble.  and I shall know that you have died,

 

and watch you, a broad-browed and smiling dream,

pass, light as ever, through the lightless host,

quietly ponder, start, and sway, and gleam-

most individual and bewildering ghost!-

 

and turn, and toss your brown delightful head

amusedly, among the ancient dead.