And deep beneath my music, There's a strong man stirs in me; There's a ghost of blood and granite Coffined in this madness Carpentered of Song!
"Open Water"
Arthur Stringer
When the grave 260 Has swallowed up thy memory and thyself, Dost thou desire the bane that poisons earth To twine its roots around thy Coffined clay, Spring from thy bones, and blossom on thy tomb, That of its fruit thy babes may eat and die?
"The Complete Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley Volume III"
Percy Bysshe Shelley Edited by Thomas Hutchinson, M. A.
It was very plain that her thoughts were not lingering around the shrouded and Coffined form of what was once her mother's body, but were following her into the world beyond our mortal vision, as we follow a dear friend who has gone from us on a long journey.
"The Allen House or Twenty Years Ago and Now"
T. S. Arthur