Robert Frost, too, had a knack for words. He said:
And were an Epitaph be my story
I'd have a short one ready for my own.
I would have it written of me on my stone:
I had a lover's quarrel with the world
It's very late, and I'm very tired; and I've no idea why my thoughts run to death. I would like to point out, these words, though morbid, are very beautiful; and I find it hard to imagine that man shall ever be more graceful than when facing death beautifully.
Good Night, World.
I shall see you in the morning.
(P.S. I shall fish-fuck your corpse back to life just to torture you back to death if I'm woken before I'm ready. Smiles.)
