For Death Betimes Is Comfort, Not Dismay,

The End Of Doubt Is The Beginning Of Repose.

Go, Grieving Rimes Of Mine, To That Hard Stone Whereunder Lies My Darling, Lies My Dear, And Cry To Her To Speak From Heaven's Sphere.

When The Poet Died His Cat Was Put To Death And Mummified.

I Saw The Tracks Of Angels In The Earth: The Beauty Of Heaven Walking By Itself On The World.

A Good Death Does Honour To A Whole Life.