Where I have lost, I softer tread

Where I have lost, I softer tread --I sow sweet flower from garden bed --I pause above that vanished headAnd mourn.Whom I have lost, I pious guardFrom accent harsh, or ruthless word --Feeling as if their pillow heard,Though stone!When I have lost, you'll know by this --A Bonnet black -- A dusk surplice --A little tremor in my voice Like this!Why, I have lost, the people knowWho dressed in flocks

Death and Dr. Hornbook

SOME books are lies frae end to end,And some great lies were never penn�d:Ev�n ministers they hae been kenn�d,In holy rapture,A rousing whid at times to vend,And nail�t wi� Scripture.But this that I am gaun to tell,Which lately on a night befell,Is just as true�s the Deil�s in hellOr Dublin city:That e�er he nearer comes oursel��S a muckle pity.The clachan yill had made me canty,I was na fou, but

Death and Fame

When I die
I don't care what happens to my body
throw ashes in the air, scatter 'em in East River
bury an urn in Elizabeth New Jersey, B'nai Israel Cemetery
But l want a big funeral
St. Patrick's Cathedral, St. Mark's Church, the largest synagogue in
Manhattan
First, there's family, brother, nephews, spry aged Edith stepmother
96, Aunt Honey from old Newark,
Doctor Joel, cousin Mindy, brother

To Death

Thou bidst me come away,And I'll no longer stay,Than for to shed some tearsFor faults of former years;And to repent some crimesDone in the present times;And next, to take a bitOf bread, and wine with it;To don my robes of love,Fit for the place above;To gird my loins aboutWith charity throughout;And so to travel henceWith feet of innocence;These done, I'll only cry,'God, mercy!' and so die.