noli timere

Blencathra

"The Clouds that gather round the setting sun
Do take a sober colouring from an eye
That hath kept watch o'er man's mortality;
Another race hath been, and other palms are won.
Thanks to the human heart by which we live,
Thanks to its tenderness, its joys, and fears,
To me the meanest flower that blows can give
Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears."

[Wordsworth, Ode: Intimations of Immortality]

On reading of Seamus Heaney's last message (with some discomfort because it was such a personal one), this seemed the most appropriate piece of poetry ...

It is very hard to not be afraid.