Death, to me, is a beautiful affair, a
reason for delight, a
moment of rejoice
It’s merriment of a done life and a
thrill of the strange
Death, to me, is a divan of Lucerne,
not a blaring murky
casket
It’s a melody completed, not an inch
of bitter grief, nor penitence
Death, to me, is a juncture for
champagne and jollity, extolling
and glorifying
