For us, with calming winds came late, we know not their pain; The seas and tides had taken care not even left a stainβ Of all the broken things there were, I still have yet to see one; But veldts of green and daffodils, in which to play and runβ They say to me in a whisper soft, βDo not dwell on us below." So we dance among the fields above those forgotten long ago.