A little poetry

I figure I'll share death poetry to those who visit my blog.  I think some of the poems concerning death, dying, punishment, reward and burial are the most emotional I've ever read.  It exposes the writer's fear and awe as well as their resolution about death.

This is by William Butler Yeats and the only poem I have ever memorized for no reason other than it affected me.

“Hell is the place of those who have denied;
They find there what they planted and what dug,
A Lake of Spaces, and a Wood of Nothing,
And wander there and drift, and never cease
Wailing for substance.”