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