I'd like to die like this... with the dark fingers of the water closing and unclosing over these sleepy lights and a sad bell somewhere murmuring goodnight. And a girl would stand beside me, her hair lifted out like a hand against my face; and I'd say "I'm going to die now." And she'd answer "All the guns are still: for men have learned to love one another." Then a star would nose the water, like a weary gull which had flown a long way and come at last to rest. And, when I'd lift my face to look again on the God I had found for myself the girl would say "You're not going to die." And she'd not mean me at all.Back to First Will and Testament