As you lie below in darkness and in duress,
And you hear the young spring call,
There shall come to you far lonelier than loneliness--
The pity of it all.
And your eyes shall see their confines ere they darken
But your heart must have no dread,
For across the lonely spaces you shall hearken,
The dead men call their dead.
These lines seem to describe a recently buried corpse, not yet adjusted to a new existence at the other side of life. It's short and simple, but as is so often the case with CAS' writings, there is no doubt as to the final outcome: "The dead men call their dead."