By the pale marge of Acheron, <br />Me thinks we shall pass restfully, <br />Beyond the scope of any sun. <br /> <br />There all men hie them one by one, <br />Far from the stress of earth and sea, <br />By the pale marge of Acheron. <br /> <br />'Tis well when life and love is done, <br />'Tis very well at last to be, <br />Beyond the scope of any sun. <br /> <br />No busy voices there shall stun <br />Our ears: the stream flows silently <br />By the pale marge of Acheron. <br /> <br />There is the crown of labour won, <br />The sleep of immortality, <br />Beyond the scope of any sun. <br /> <br />Life, of thy gifts I will have none, <br />My queen is that Persephone, <br />By the pale marge of Acheron, <br />Beyond the scope of any sun.<br /><br />Ernest Christopher Dowson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/villanelle-of-acheron/
