Ocupation: Poet
Life: February 4, 1799 - February 27, 1859
Birthday: February 4
Death: February 27
I know thou art gone to the home of thy rest-- Then why should my soul be so sad? I know thou art gone where the weary are blest, And the mourner looks up, and is glad; I know thou hast drank of the Lethe that flows In a land where they do not forget, That sheds over memory only repose, And takes from it only regret.
topic: Death, Art, Memories, Lethe