Hush! Still as death, The tempest holds his breath As from a sudden will; The rain stops short, but from the eaves You see it drop, and hear it from the leaves, All is so bodingly still.
James Russell LowellDeath is delightful. Death is dawn, The waking from a weary night Of fevers unto truth and light.
James Russell LowellIt is the rooted instinct in men to admire what is better and more beautiful than themselves.
James Russell Lowell