I. <br />Death is here and death is there, <br />Death is busy everywhere, <br />All around, within, beneath, <br />Above is death—and we are death. <br /> <br />II. <br />Death has set his mark and seal <br />On all we are and all we feel, <br />On all we know and all we fear, <br /> <br />... <br /> <br />III. <br />First our pleasures die—and then <br />Our hopes, and then our fears—and when <br />These are dead, the debt is due, <br />Dust claims dust—and we die too. <br /> <br />IV. <br />All things that we love and cherish, <br />Like ourselves must fade and perish; <br />Such is our rude mortal lot-- <br />Love itself would, did they not.<br /><br />Percy Bysshe Shelley<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/death-is-here-and-death-is-there/
