Alfred Tennyson

“ To hold a common scorn of death!
And at a burial to hear
⁠The creaking cords which wound and eat
Into my human heart, whene'er
Earth goes to earth, with grief, not fear,
⁠With hopeful grief, were passing sweet! ”

“ And children all seem full of thee!
And women smile with saintlike glances
Like thine own mother's when she bowed
Above thee, on that happy morn
When angels spake to men aloud,
And thou and peace to earth were born. ”

“ In a time,
"Of which he wots not, run short pains
"Through his warm heart; and then, from whence
"He knows not, on his light there falls
"A shadow; and his native slope,
"Where he was wont to leap and climb,
"Floats from his sick and filmed eyes,
"And something in the darkness draws
"His forehead earthward, and he dies.
"Shall men live thus, in joy and hope
"As a young lamb, who cannot dream,
"Living, but that he shall live on? ”