Our fear of death
is like our fear that summer will be short,
but when we have had our swing of pleasure,
our fill of fruit,
and our swelter of heat,
we say we have had our day.
- John Donne, 1620
is like our fear that summer will be short,
but when we have had our swing of pleasure,
our fill of fruit,
and our swelter of heat,
we say we have had our day.
- John Donne, 1620
Under the harvest moon,
When the soft silver
Drips shimmering
Over the garden nights,
Death, the gray mocker,
Comes and whispers to you
As a beautiful friend
Who remembers.
- Carl Sandburg, Under the Harvest Moon
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