I held her hand and sang a song from when I was a girl –Īnd when I stopped singing she had slipped away,Īlready a slip of a girl again, skipping off, When smaller than her self, she seemed already to be leavingīefore she left, when the blossom was on the treesĪnd the sun was out, and all seemed good in the world. You might forget the sound of her quiet weeping You might forget the exact sound of her voice, Quietly they go, the intelligent, the witty, the brave. Gently they go, the beautiful, the tender, the kind More precious was the light in your eyes than all the roses in the world.ĭown, down, down into the darkness of the grave They are gone to feed the roses.Įlegant and curled Is the blossom. ![]() The answers quick and keen, the honest look, Lovers and thinkers, into the earth with you.īe one with the dull, the indiscriminate dust.Ī fragment of what you felt, of what you knew,Ī formula, a phrase remains,-but the best is lost. With lilies and with laurel they go but I am not resigned. Into the darkness they go, the wise and the lovely. So it is, and so it will be, for so it has been, time out of mind: I am not resigned to the shutting away of loving hearts in the hard ground. For they existed.ĭirge Without Music - Edna St. Our senses, restored, never to be the same, whisper to us. Spaces fill with a kind of soothing electric vibration. We are not so much maddened as reduced to the unutterable ignorance of dark, cold caves. Our minds, formed and informed by their radiance, Our souls, dependent upon their nurture, now shrink, wizened. Great souls die and our reality, bound to them, takes leave of us. When great souls die, the air around us becomes light, rare, sterile. Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths, Enwrought with golden and silver light, The blue and the dim and the dark cloths Of night and light and the half-light, I would spread the cloths under your feet: But I, being poor, have only my dreams I have spread my dreams under your feet Tread softly because you tread on my dreams. ![]() The way it was before you touched it into something that’s like you after you take your hands away.Įxcerpt from Cymbeline - William ShakespeareĬloths of He aven by William Butler Yeats It doesn’t matter what you do, he said, so as long as you change something from Something your hand touched some way so your soul has somewhere to go when you die,Īnd when people look at that tree or that flower you planted, you’re there. Or you can do what he would want: smile, open your eyes, love and go on.Įveryone must leave something behind when he dies, my grandfather said.Ī child or a book or a painting or a house or a wall built or a pair of shoes made. You can cry and close your mind, be empty and turn your back Or you can cherish his memory and let it live on You can remember him and only that he is gone Or you can be happy for tomorrow because of yesterday You can turn your back on tomorrow and live yesterday Or you can be full of the love that you shared Your heart can be empty because you can't see him Or you can open your eyes and see all that he has left ![]() You can close your eyes and pray that he will come back I am waiting for you, for an interval, somewhere very near,ĭo Not Stand at My Grave and Weep - Mary Elizabeth Fry Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight? It it the same as it ever was, there is unbroken continuity. Let it be spoken without effect, without the trace of shadow on it. ![]() Let my name be ever the household word that it always was, Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes we enjoyed together. Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow Speak to me in the easy way which you always used Whatever we were to each other, that we are still. Of happy memories that I leave when life is done.ĭeath is Nothing at All - Henry Scott Holland I’d like the tears of those who grieve, to dry before the sun Of happy times and laughing times and bright and sunny days. I’d like to leave an echo whispering softly down the ways, I’d like to leave an afterglow of smiles when life is done. I’d like the memory of me to be a happy one.
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