“But me They cannot touch, Old age and death. The strange And ignominious end of old Dead folk!” DeathImmortalityGrowing Old Book:Verse Source: Verse
“I make my shroud, but no one knows -- So shimmering fine it is and fair, With stitches set in even rows, I make my shroud, but no one knows. In door-way where the lilac blows, Humming a little wandering air, I make my shroud and no one knows, So shimmering fine it is and fair.” DeathHidden Pain Book:Verse Source: Verse
