And Death Shall Have No Domain by Dylan Thomas

And death shall have no dominion.

Dead men naked they shall be one With the man in the wind and the west moon;

When their bones are picked clean and the clean bones gone,

They shall have stars at elbow and foot;

Though they go mad they shall be sane,

Though they sink through the sea they shall rise again;

Though lovers be lost love shall not;

And death shall have no dominion.


No real reason why I posted this poem other that it is a great poem. I like the thought that, while “lover be lost love shall not.”