"When I look upon the tombs of the great, every motion of envy dies in me; when I read the epitaphs of the beautiful, every inordinate desire goes out; when I meet with the grief of parents upon a tombstone, my heart melts with compassion; when I see the tombs of the parents themselves, I consider the vanity of grieving for those whom we must quickly follow."
"DIRGE WITHOUT MUSIC"
I am not resigned to the shutting away of loving hearts in
the hard ground.
Lovers and thinkers, into the earth with you.
The answers quick and keen, the honest look, the laughter,
Down, down, down into the darkness of the grave