'Do not stand at my grave and weep I am not there. I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow. I am the diamond glints on snow. I am the sunlight on ripened grain. I am the gentle autumn rain.'
Who list his wealth and ease retain, Himself let him unknown contain. Press not too fast in at that gate Where the return stands by disdain, For sure,ย circa Regna tonat.
Thomas Wyatt.
#EduView - not quite up to an #EnserView but you get top marks for drama
