Thomas Hardy - The To-Be-Forgotten lyrics

I I heard a small sad sound, And stood awhile amid the tombs around: "Wherefore, old friends," said I, "are ye distrest, Now, screened from life's unrest?" II —"O not at being here; But that our future second d**h is drear; When, with the living, memory of us numbs, And blank oblivion comes! III "Those who our grandsires be Lie here embraced by deeper d**h than we; Nor shape nor thought of theirs canst thou descry With keenest backward eye. IV "They bide as quite forgot; They are as men who have existed not; Theirs is a loss past loss of fitful breath; It is the second d**h. V "We here, as yet, each day Are blest with dear recall; as yet, alway In some soul hold a loved continuance Of shape and voice and glance. VI "But what has been will be - First memory, then oblivion's turbid sea; Like men foregone, shall we merge into those Whose story no one knows. VII "For which of us could hope To show in life that world-awakening scope Granted the few whose memory none lets die, But all men magnify? VIII "We were but Fortune's sport; Things true, things lovely, things of good report We neither shunned nor sought . . . We see our bourne, And seeing it we mourn."