The ways of Death are soothing and serene, <br />And all the words of Death are grave and sweet. <br />From camp and church, the fireside and the street, <br />She beckons forth – and strife and song have been. <br /> <br />A summer night descending cool and green <br />And dark on daytime’s dust and stress and heat, <br />The ways of death are soothing and serene, <br />And all the words of Death are grave and sweet. <br /> <br />O, glad and sorrowful, with triumphant mien <br />And radiant faces, look upon and greet <br />This last of all your lovers, and to meet <br />The kiss, the Comforter’s, your spirit lean …. <br />The ways of Death are soothing and serene.<br /><br />William Ernest Henley<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-ways-of-death-are-soothing-and-serene/
