"Death after life" shall we sigh as we say it, Sigh as if death were the end for us all, Pale at the thought, as in silence we weigh it, Yield our dull souls to it, bending in thrall? ...
No warrior he, a village lad, needing nor words nor other prod To point his duty; he was glad to tread the path his fathers trod. Week days he worked in wood and field;...
They loved life, even as we, who went away From their dear dwelling-place to one unknown To us who linger here. They could not stay, Nor we go with them, so they went alone. ...