I have recently discovered how immortal Heaven is,
For even rocks on this Earth will have their end.
To spend an eternity in the empyrean seems a gift,
But it is a strange thing which to commit.
When I think of you, sleeping silent in your bed,
And I remember to pity the living, not the dead,
I love you more for knowing this too shall end,
For familiarity is a comfort granted and lent.
The most beautiful thing in this mortal world
Is the contrast of a death peaceful and a life fulfilled.
Every single thing has to conclude for one to move on,
And that is the pulchritude of this and all eons.
While Kings and plebeians alike are all laid to rest
In gilt catacombs, graves, or old moldy chests,
Just as spring’s pure youth bends to autumn’s aging,
Ein, zwei, drei, und wieder beginnen.