“ We placed the wreaths upon the splendid granite sarcophagus, and at its feet, and felt that only the earthly robe we loved so much was there. The pure, tender, loving spirit which loved us so tenderly, is above us — loving us, praying for us, and free from all suffering and woe — yes, that is a comfort, and that first birthday in another world must have been a far brighter one than any in this poor world below! ”
- Queen Victoria- Copy
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“ I do not want a plain box, I want a sarcophagus With tigery stripes, and a face on it Round as the moon, to stare up. I want to be looking at them when they come Picking among the dumb minerals, the roots. I see them already-the pale, star-distance faces… ”
- Sylvia Plath- Copy
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