,Death is proud

,Because more people think

,Death is mighty and dreadful

.Though it is not so

,Death make us sleep

,One short sleep past, we wake eternally

.And death shall be no more; Death , you will die

,Sometimes you could see

,A flower of light

,A Lily of a day

;Although it fall and die that night

;In small proportions we just beauties see

.And in short measures, life may perfect be