When death comes, the poet will welcome it, honour it and offer it all that he has acquired in life. Through death one is freed from the body and is able to come face to face with God.
ON the day when death will knock at thy door what wilt thou offer to him?
Oh, I will set before my guest the full vessel of my life – I will never let him go with empty hands.
All the sweet vintage of all my autumn days and summer nights, all the earnings and gleanings of my busy life will I place before him at the close of my days when death will knock at my door.
