“Tis night, and the landscape is lovely no more;I mourn, but you woodlands I mourn not for you!For spring is returning your charms to restore,Perfumed with fresh fragrance and glittering with dew.Nor yet for the ravage of winter I mourn,Kind nature the embryo blossom shall save;But when shall spring visit the mouldering urn?”James Beattie The Hermit
“But when shall spring visit the mouldering urn?Oh when shall it dawn on the night of the grave?”James Beattie The Hermit