But I've been as happy musing by myself among those stones, under that old church: lying, through the long June evenings, on the green mound of her mother's grave, and wishing-yearning for the time when I might lie beneath it. 
But I've been as happy musing by myself among those stones, under that old church: lying on the green mound of her mother's grave, and yearning for the time when I might lie beneath it. 