Death

Here Death strode and left its trace

Where laid its hand to mark the place

Bade stony pages stand in waiting

To offer up in silent greeting

Final words for those distressed

Written out on granite stones

Under which in Deaths caress

Lie sedentary bones

Whose dreaming now is not besot

In earthly tasks nor woes begot

For Death to those in quiet repose

Bequeathed lifes last refrain

And eyes and lips forever closed

For evermore abstain

Yet with a dreamers certainty

Now ponder for eternity

The meaning spake in timeless odes

Upon which Deaths surcease bestowed