Death, a light outshining life, bids heaven resume
⁠Star by star the souls whose light made earth divine.
Death, a night outshining day, sees burn and bloom
⁠Flower by flower, and sun by sun, the fames that shine
⁠Deathless, higher than life beheld their sovereign sign.
Dead Simonides of Ceos, late restored,
Given again of God, again by man deplored,
⁠Shone but yestereve, a glory frail as breath.
Frail? But fame's breath quickens, kindles, keeps in ward,
⁠Life so sweet as this that dies and casts off death.