The stragulating agony again subsides and slowly then becomes but broken spell. No more in dread, aghast, of deadly depths, of menaces, so sable and insidious. All once held dear had left you running, yet, though lovelorn, you still were loving. All terrors, tribulations you survive as long as dreams in you keep wide awake. . I know that nothing ever vanishes, but will return in most mysterious ways.
Death is but passing from existence to another.