...Orpheus requires no tomb.
The god himself shines from the flower;
in his mortal stead behold the rose in bloom,
resurrected in one thing and another beyond our
 
power to name. In the short and long,
suffice it that though he comes and goes:
'tis Orpheus singing wherever there's song.
Give thanks should he sometime outlive the rose....
 
SONNETS TO ORPHEUS--RAINER MARIA RILKE