This is a traditional time of year for remembering those who've passed on, so I put together an anthology of Victorian poetry on death and mourning:
Love and grief and the two most private, and at the same time the most universal of all human emotions. It is for love that we remember the dead: love of their spirits, love of their vibrancy, love of the good deeds which they did and which live on after them. The poems in this collection were all written by grieving hearts who have now themselves passed over into that great mystery. We can not truly know what death is, yet we know it will come to all of us. In ancient times when a friend told the philosopher Socrates that his judges had sentenced him to death he responded, "And has not Nature passed the same sentence on them?"
Author: Sarah A. Chrisman
(Known around Port Townsend as "The Victorian Lady"