Epitaph

Even such is Time, which takes in trust

Our youth, our joys, and all we have,

And pays us but with age and dust,

Who in the dark and silent grave,

When we have wandered all our ways,

Shuts up the story of our days:

And from which earth, and grave, and dust,

The lord shall raise me up, I trust.

Sir Walter Ralegh

"My life closed twice before its close"

My life closed twice before its close

It yet remains to see
If imortality unveil,

 A third event to me,

So huge, so hopeless to conceive,

    As these that twice befell.

Parting is all we know of heaven,

    And all we need of hell.

Emily Dickinson