The silence that is in the starry sky,The sleep that is among the lonely hills.

The silence that is in the starry sky,
The sleep that is among the lonely hills.

I wandered lonely as a cloud / That floats on high o'er vales and hills, / When all at once I saw a crowd, / A host, of golden daffodils.

Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting...

Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting. Not in entire forgetfulness, and not in utter nakedness, but trailing clouds of glory do we come.

Death Row is a lonely place. Silence echoes through the walls with as much force as a cannon being fired in the Grand Canyon.