Softer than rainfall at twilight, Bringing the fields benediction And the hills quiet and greyness, Are my long thoughts of you. — Sappho, Selections: One Hundred Lyrics. Trans. Bliss Carman (1907)
Death is the veil which those who live call life; They sleep, and it is lifted. — Percy Bysshe Shelley, Prometheus Unbound. (Kessinger Publishing, LLC, June 17, 2004) Originally published 1820.