It Often Comes Into My Head by Walter Savage Landor
It often comes into my head
That we may dream when we are dead,
But I am far from sure we do.
O that it were so! then my rest
Would be indeed among the blest;
I should forever dream of you!!!
A gloss on Decartes:
Sometimes I think and sometimes I am.
- Paul Valery
For Anne by Leonard Cohen
With Anne gone
Whose eyes compare
To the morning sun?
Not that I did
But I do compare
Now that she's gone.