Heardst thou not sweet words among
That heaven-resounding minstrelsy?
Heardst thou not that those who die
Awake in a world of ecstasy?
How love, when limbs are interwoven,
And sleep, when the night of life is cloven
And thought to the world's dim boundaries clinging,
And music when one's beloved is singing,
Da: "The Celtic Twilight", W.B. Yeats