Classic Poem

In the eerie hours of night
I hear a keening cry:
Requiescat in pace!
A soul is passing by.

Through the noisy hours of day
We cannot hear the sigh:
Requiescat in pace!
A soul is passing by.

Each hour are born a myriad
Of those who, too, must die;
Requiescat in pace!
A soul is passing by.