Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, THE STING OF DEATH, by PAUL HAMILTON HAYNE



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First Line: I fear thee not, o death! Nay, oft
Last Line: And life or death, each rests in mystery!
Variant Title(s): Sonnet
Subject(s): Death; Dead, The


IFEAR thee not, O Death! nay, oft I pine
To clasp thy passionless bosom to mine own,
And on thy heart sob out my latest moan,
Ere lapped and lost in thy strange sleep divine;
But must I fear lest that chill breath of thine
Should freeze all tender memories into stone, --
Lest ruthless and malign Oblivion
Quench the last spark that lingers on love's shrine:
O God! to moulder through dark, dateless years,
The while all loving ministries shall cease,
And time assuage the fondest mourner's tears!
Here lies the sting! -- this, this it is to die!
And yet great nature rounds all strife with peace,
And life or death, each rests in mystery!





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