bluefalang

Here's to death, who makes the deer nimbler, the fox fiercer, and the desert pines so resourceful; who lends greatness to old, gnarled fingers, wanton sugar to maidens' smiles, and bearish strength to the babe's suckling mouth; who brings tranquillity to the wounded hare, fiery cool to the hospital bed, and sweetly feeds the lime-green woodland ferns. Here's to death: silencer of foolish, braggart voices, wind of the brave warrior's cry, the other side of sublime ambition's die. Here's to death, though I would evade him a good while longer.