Death laughs—Go ponder o'er the skeleton

With which men image out the unknown thing

That hides the past world, like to a set sun

Which still elsewhere may rouse a brighter spring—

Death laughs at all you weep for!—look upon

This hourly dread of all! whose threatened sting
Turns Life to terror, even though in its sheath:

Mark! how its lipless mouth grins without breath!