“Bring me an axe and spade, Bring me a winding-sheet; When I my grave have made Let winds and tempests beat: Then down I'll lie as cold as clay. True love doth pass away!” LoveMadeLyingWindColdBeatsGravesSheetsClayPassing AwayTempestSpades Book:William Blake: Selected Poetry and Prose Source: William Blake: Selected Poetry and Prose