Take them, O Death! and bear away <br />Whatever thou canst call thine own! <br />Thine image, stamped upon this clay, <br />Doth give thee that, but that alone! <br /> <br />Take them, O Grave! and let them lie <br />Folded upon thy narrow shelves, <br />As garments by the soul laid by, <br />And precious only to ourselves! <br /> <br />Take them, O great Eternity! <br />Our little life is but a gust <br />That bends the branches of thy tree, <br />And trails its blossoms in the dust!<br /><br />Henry Wadsworth Longfellow<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/suspiria/
