求一首写关于死的英文诗

Death Be Not Proud
　　by John Donne

　　Death be not proud, though some have called thee
　　Mighty and dreadful, for, thou art not so,
　　For, those, whom thou think'st, thou dost overthrow,
　　Die not, poor death, nor yet canst thou kill me;
　　From rest and sleep, which but thy pictures be,
　　Much pleasure, then from thee, much more must flow,
　　And soonest our best men with thee do go,
　　Rest of their bones, and soul's delivery.
　　Thou art slave to fate, chance, kings, and desperate men,
　　And dost with poison, war, and sickness dwell,
　　And poppy, or charms can make us sleep as well,
　　And better than thy stroak; why swell'st thou then?
　　One short sleep past, we wake eternally,
　　And death shall be no more; Death, thou shalt die.

　　死神，你莫骄傲

　　死神，你莫骄傲，尽管有人说你
　　如何强大，如何可怕，你并不是这样；
　　你以为你把谁谁谁打倒了，其实，
　　可怜的死神，他们没死；你现在也还杀不死我。
　　休息、睡眠，这些不过是你的写照，
　　既能给人享受，那你