On deaths embrace, I shall sleep
With all my worries o’re
And those who liked or not, in memory me they keep
They shall speak with me no more.
For under blanket of the clay
My bones till Worlds End will lie
Pray not for me: for yourself pray:
For you, like me, will die.
Tomás Ó Cárthaigh
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/on-deaths-embrace-i-shall-sleep/
