Odilon Redon, Les yeux clos, 1890

Eurydice

Why do they weep for those in the silent Tomb,

Dropping their tears like grain? Her heart, that honeycomb

Thick Darkness, like a bear devours...

See, all the gold is gone!

The cell of the honeycomb is six-sided... But there, in five cells of the senses,

Is stored all their gold...

Where is it now? Only the wind of the Tomb can know.

But I feared not that stilled and chilling breath

Among the dust...

Love is not changed by Death,

And nothing is lost and all in the end is harvest.

Dame Edith Sitwell