My great grandmother is on her death bed and loves a Longfellow poem with some of the following lines. Tell me not in mournful numbers Life is but an empty shell From dust we come to dust we returneth Life is real life is earnest The grave is not the end(posted 9368 days ago)I'm not sure that these are right, she is very difficult to understand as she has recently had a stroke that effects her speech. I would love to be able to read this to her before she passes. If you know the name of this poem please e-mail me jbollin@cctr.umkc.edu. Thank you in advance, john bollin