From Hilary Mantel’s The Mirror and the Light   

If sky’s light dulls the day I die, focus 
on horizon’s feathery iridescence.   

Imagine it crackling like daredevil 
holiday sparklers beckoning you   

forward. Do not stop to listen even 
if sky bills and coos or wispy   

white down tries to bribe your will. 
When you finally reach the land   

that touches sky you will bow as I did 
to an infinity of unclouded splendor.