<b>If Death Is Kind</b> Perhaps if Death is kind, and there can be returning, We will come back to earth some fragrant night, And take these lanes t… - Sara Teasdale

There will be stars over the place forever;
Though the house we loved and the street we loved are lost,
Every time the earth circles her orbit
On the night the autumn equinox is crossed,
Two stars we knew, poised on the peak of midnight
Will reach their zenith; stillness will be deep;
There will be stars over the place forever,
There will be stars forever, while we sleep.

Unless I learn to ask no help
From any other soul but mine,
To seek no strength in waving reeds
Nor shade beneath a straggling pine;
Unless I learn to look at Grief
Unshrinking from her tear-blind eyes,
And take from Pleasure fearlessly
Whatever gifts will make me wise — Unless I learn these things on earth,
Why was I ever given birth?

asked the heaven of stars
What I should give my love — It answered me with silence,
Silence above.
I asked the darkened sea
Down where the fishers go — It answered me with silence,
Silence below.
Oh, I could give him weeping,
Or I could give him song — But how can I give silence,
My whole life long?