MEDITATION XVII
NUNC LENTO SONITU DICUNT, MORIERIS.
"Now this bell tolling softly for another,
says to me, Thou must die."
No man is an island, entire of itself;
every man is a piece of the continent,
a part of the main;
if a clod be washed away by the sea,
Europe is the less,
as well as if a promontory were,
as well as if a manor of thy friend's
or of thine own were;
any man's death diminishes me,
because I am involved in mankind,
and therefore never send to know
for whom the bell tolls;
it tolls for thee.
This is the poem to which Walcott alludes in his "Ruins of a Great House"
Donne used to sleep in a coffin every night, wrapped in a death shroud,
in order to keep at the forefront of his mind his own mortality.