1. <br />Can death be sleep, when life is but a dream, <br />And scenes of bliss pass as a phantom by? <br />The transient pleasures as a vision seem, <br />And yet we think the greatest pain's to die. <br /> <br />2. <br />How strange it is that man on earth should roam, <br />And lead a life of woe, but not forsake <br />His rugged path; nor dare he view alone <br />His future doom which is but to awake.<br /><br />John Keats<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/on-death-13/
