1. To Stella Thou wert the morning star among the living, Ere thy fair light had fled;-- Now, having died, thou art as Hesperus, giving New splendor to the ded. Plato Translated by P.S. Shelley 2. THE WIDOW'S LAMENT IN SPRINGTIME by: William Carlos Williams (1883-1963) ORROW is my own yard where the new grass flames as it has flamed often before but not with the cold fire that closes round me this year. Thirtyfive years I lived with my husband. The plumtree is white today with masses of flowers. Masses of flowers load the cherry branches and color some bushes yellow and some red but the grief in my heart is stronger than they for though they were my joy formerly, today I notice them and turned away forgetting. Today my son told me that in the meadows, at the edge of the heavy woods in the distance, he saw trees of white flowers. I feel that I would like to go there and fall into those flowers and sink into the marsh near them. 3. Not to mention the famous "In Memoriam" by Lord Tennyson.