Louisa Stuart Costello - Lines.—When this heart is cold and still lyrics

When this heart is cold and still, And can throb for thee no more; When it wakes not to the thrill Of the harp's wild chord; Nor can e'en afford A sigh to the days of yore; Then come to my silent tomb, Which the breeze will murmur over: Where reigns the deepest gloom— Where the bat flits by And the ravens cry— Thou shalt the spot discover.