‘What is this Death? – a quiet of the heart?
The whole of that of which we are a part?
For Life is but a vision – what I see
Of all which lives alone is Life to me…
And being so – the absent are the dead,
Who haunt us from tranquillity, and spread
A dreary shroud around us, and invest
With sad remembrances our hours of rest.’
A Fragment (1816)
On this day in 1824 my favourite poet Lord Byron died at the age of 36 in Missolonghi, Greece and here at the Parish of St M’s and with a candle burning in his memory – Philly has arrived with the gift of a rose.