Let thy time be when it will
I ask no monument, proud and high,
When beggars die, there are no comets seen;
The heavens themselves blaze forth the death of princes.
Death was defiance. Death was an attempt to communicate; people feeling the impossibility of reaching the centre which, mystically, evaded them; closeness drew apart; rapture faded; one was alone.
She sinks in death ⎯ th’ astonish’d soul, dismay’d,
Bursts thro’ the doors of life, and seeks more friendly skies.