the grave’s a fine and private place

The grave’s a fine and private place,
But none, I think, do there embrace.

Andrew Marvell, To His Coy Mistress

Men say, that in this midnight hour,
The disembodied have power
To wander as it liketh them,
By wizard oak and fairy stream,—
Through still and solemn places,
And by old walls and tombs, to dream,
With pale, cold, mournful faces….

William Motherwell, Midnight and Moonshine