REQUIEM Under the wide and starry sky And I laid me down with a will. This be the verse you grave for me: And the hunter home from the hill. Robert Louis Stevenson "SO BE MY PASSING" A late lark twitters from the quiet skies Where the sun, his day's work ended, Lingers as in content, There falls on the old, gray city An influence luminous and serene, A shining peace. The smoke ascends In a rosy-and-golden haze. The spires Closing his benediction, Sinks, and the darkening air Thrills with a sense of the triumphing night Night with her train of stars. And her great gift of sleep. So be my passing! My task accomplished and the long day done, My wages taken, and in my heart Some late lark singing, Let me be gathered to the quiet west, Death. William Ernest Henley PROSPICE Fear death? to feel the fog in my throat, The mist in my face, When the snows begin, and the blasts denote The power of the night, the press of the storm, Where he stands, the Arch Fear in a visible form, For the journey is done and the summit attained, Though a battle's to fight ere the guerdon be gained, I was ever a fighter, so-one fight more, The best and the last! I would hate that death bandaged my eyes, and forbore, And bade me creep past. No! let me taste the whole of it, fare like my peers The heroes of old, Bear the brunt, in a minute pay glad life's arrears For sudden the worst turns the best to the brave, And the elements' rage, the fiend-voices that rave, Shall dwindle, shall blend, Shall change, shall become first a peace out of pain, O thou soul of my soul! I shall clasp thee again, And with God be the rest! Robert Browning "JOY, SHIPMATE, JOY!" Joy, shipmate, joy! (Pleased to my soul at death I cry) Walt Whitman |