Death, your servant is at my door
Death, your servant is at my door. He has crossed the unknown sea and brought your call to my home.
The night is dark, and my heart is fearful — yet i shall take up the lamp, open my gates, and bow to him my welcome. It is your messenger who stands at my door.
I shall worship him, placing at his feet the treasure of my heart.
~ Rabindranath Tagore.
Source: Bradley Ross Coutts