The Isle of the Dead

Till the little ones weary

No more can be merry

The sun does descend,

And our sports have an end:

Round the laps of their mothers,

Many sisters and brothers,

Like birds in their nest,

Are ready for rest:

And sport no more seen,

On the darkening Green.

William Blake, The Ecchoing Green

Original Arnold Böcklin Paintings:

Isle of the Dead: “Basel” version, 1880 (Arnold Böcklin / Public domain)

Isle of the Dead: “New York” version, 1880 (Arnold Böcklin / Public domain)

Isle of the Dead: Third version, 1883 (Arnold Böcklin / Public domain)

Isle of the Dead: Fifth version, 1886 (Arnold Böcklin / Public domain)

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