We needs must be divided in the tomb, <br /> For I would die among the hills of Spain, <br /> And o'er the treeless, melancholy plain <br />Await the coming of the final gloom. <br />But thou -- O pitiful! -- wilt find scant room <br /> Among thy kindred by the northern main, <br /> And fade into the drifting mist again, <br />The hemlocks' shadow, or the pines' perfume. <br /> <br />Let gallants lie beside their ladies' dust <br /> In one cold grave, with mortal love inurned; <br />Let the sea part our ashes, if it must, <br /> The souls fled thence which love immortal burned, <br />For they were wedded without bond of lust, <br /> And nothing of our heart to earth returned.<br /><br />George Santayana<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/we-needs-must-be-divided-in-the-tomb/
