I chose the bed downstairs by the sea-window for a good death-bed <br />When we built the house, it is ready waiting, <br />Unused unless by some guest in a twelvemonth, who hardly suspects <br />Its latter purpose. I often regard it, <br />With neither dislike nor desire; rather with both, so equalled <br />That they kill each other and a crystalline interest <br />Remains alone. We are safe to finish what we have to finish; <br />And then it will sound rather like music <br />When the patient daemon behind the screen of sea-rock and sky <br />Thumps with his staff, and calls thrice: 'Come, Jeffers.'<br /><br />Robinson Jeffers<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-bed-by-the-window/
