Death Stands Above Me, Whispering Low

Death stands above me, whispering low
I know not what into my ear:
Of his strange language all I know
Is, there is not a word of fear.

by Walter Savage Landor

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Once again the man looks into death and sees it.courage . Inabounding.
Indeed we shouldn't fear death.