Only one thing is sure—they all are dead;
Sere theologians, wranglers of the schools,
Philosophers and creedsmen have surcease
From war, their dust no better than the fools’
Wherewith ’tis mingled undistinguishèd.
So, vex me not, but go your ways in peace...
The Bride-Bed.
SHE died and by her bed I sat all night.