So it says in a book “all good endings are but shining transitions.” And, again, there is a sonnet which says:
We will not whisper: we have found the place
Of silence and the ancient halls of sleep,
And that which breathes alone throughout the deep
The end and the beginning; and the face
Between the level brows of whose blind eyes
Lie plenary contentment, full surcease
Of violence, and the ultimate great peace
Wherein we lose our human lullabies.
Look up and tell the immeasurable height