Better To Flee From Death

For I Am Yearning To Visit The Limits Of The All-nurturing Earth, And Oceans, From Whom The Gods Are Sprung.

Be Still My Heart; Thou Hast Known Worse Than This.

So Peaceful Shalt Thou End Thy Blissful Days, And Steal Thyself From Life By Slow Decays.

And Endless Are The Modes Of Speech, And Far Extends From Side To Side The Field Of Words.

Sweet Sleep Fell Upon His Eyelids, Unwakeful, Most Pleasant, The Nearest Like Death.