If Death is Kind

Perhaps if Death is kind, and there can be returning

We will come back to earth some fragrant night

And take these lanes to find the sea, and bending

Breathe the same honeysuckle, low and white

We will come down at night to these resounding shores (Beaches)

And the long gentle thunder of the sea

Here for a single hour in the wide starlight

We shall be happy, for the dead are free