Through wickets or through panes of glass,
For our windows and doors are shut and barred.
Lie close in the church, and in the churchyard!
In every grave make room, make room!
The world's at an end, and we come, we come!...
[275]. "I who loved with all my life Love with all my death."
Not full twelve years twice-told, a weary breath
I have exchanged for a wishèd death.
My course was short, the longer is my rest,
God takes them soonest whom he loveth best;