I will tell only of the lone tomb in the darkest of the hillside thickets; the deserted tomb of the Hydes, an old and exalted family whose last direct descendant had been laid within its black recesses many decades before my birth.

I died for beauty, but was scarce adjusted in the tomb, when one who died for truth was lain in an adjoining room.

My tomb shall be in a spot where the north wind may scatter roses over it.

My body will not be a tomb for other creatures.