Oh! Death Will Find Me

Just Now The Lilac Is In Bloom All Before My Little Room.

Store Up Reservoirs Of Calm And Content And Draw On Them At Later Moments When The Source Isn't There, But The Need Is Very Great.

I Have Been So Great A Lover: Filled My Days So Proudly With The Splendour Of Love's Praise, The Pain, The Calm, And The Astonishment, Desire Illimitable, And Silent Content, And All Dear Names Men Use, To Cheat Despair, For The Perplexed And Viewless Streams That Bear Our Hearts At Random Down The Dark Of Life.

All The Little Emptiness Of Love!

Proud, Then, Clear-eyed And Laughing, Go To Greet Death As A Friend!