Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, DEATH, by BETH M. OLSON


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DEATH, by                    
First Line: There was a time I shrank from him
Last Line: I'll turn and take him by the hand.
Subject(s): Death; Dead, The


There was a time I shrank from him
But that was long ago, when dim
And frightened vision saw him not
As friend, but as a thing of rot
And reeking bone beneath the cloak
Of mystery he wears ... We spoke
No word -- although I knew him near.
But now his presence brings no fear
For all my years hand heavily
As ripened fruit on aging tree.
Ever the path our slow feet tread
Grows steep and clouds brood overhead.

Unseen, I know his face behind
The shrouding cloak is very kind.
Unheard, his voice is soft and low
As cello strings beneath their bow.
And when we near the silent stream
That bears me to my dearest dream,
Crossing the shining silvery strand
I'll turn and take him by the hand.





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