Adieu Adieu ! thy plaintive anthem fades.

Past the near meadows over the still stream,

up the hill-side ; and now ’tis buried deep

in the next valley glades :

Was it a vision, or a waking dream?

Fled is that music:…do I wake or sleep ?

Ode to a nightingale by John KEATS


Grave of our ancestors

Tombe Villeneuve

South-west of France

“Death, be not proud, though some have called thee

Mighty and dreadful, for thou are not so ;

Fot those whom thou think’st thou dost overthrow

Die not, poor Death, not yet canst thou kill me.”

Death be no proud by John DONNE