If Death Is Kind

by Sara Teasdale
Perhaps if Death is kind, and there can be returning,
 We will come back to earth some fragrant night,
And take these lanes to find the sea, and bending
 Breathe the same honeysuckle, low and white.
We will come down at night to these resounding beaches
 And the long gentle thunder of the sea,
Here for a single hour in the wide starlight
 We shall be happy, for the dead are free.