“Fear no more the heat o’ the sun / Nor the furious winter’s rages.”

 

Clarissa:

 

How strange it all seems

While my storm rages onward

So another quells

 

Peter:

 

Oh to swim again

Alone among the Soft Rush

Longing to surface

 

Septimus:

 

A life now taken

Sweet relief floods the senses

The sheep and the shears