Classic and Contemporary Poetry
REQUIESCAT, by JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Be it life, be it death, there is nearing Last Line: Of death to the light. Alternate Author Name(s): Johnson Of Boone, Benj. F. Subject(s): Dawn; Death; Life; Sunrise; Dead, The | ||||||||
BE it life, be it death, there is nearing the dawn of a glorious day, When the murmurs of doubt we are hearing In silence shall dwindle away; And the hush and content that we covet -- The rest that we need, and the sleep That abides with the eyelids that love it, Shall come as we weep. We shall listen no more to the sobbing Of sorrowing lips, and the sound In our pillows at night of the throbbing Of feverish hearts will have found The quiet beyond understanding, The rush and the moan of the rain, That shall beat on the shingles, demanding Admittance in vain. The hand on the dial shall number The hours unmarked; and the bell Shall waken us not from the slumber That knows neither tolling of knell Nor the peals of glad melody showered Like roses of song o'er the pave Where the bride and the groom walk their flowered Green way to the grave. In that dawn, when it breaks, we shall wonder No more why the heavens send back To our prayers but the answer of thunder, And the lightning-scrawl, writ on the black Of the storm in a language no mortal May read till his questioning sight Shall have pierced through the innermost portal Of death to the light. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A FRIEND KILLED IN THE WAR by ANTHONY HECHT FOR JAMES MERRILL: AN ADIEU by ANTHONY HECHT TARANTULA: OR THE DANCE OF DEATH by ANTHONY HECHT CHAMPS D?ÇÖHONNEUR by ERNEST HEMINGWAY NOTE TO REALITY by TONY HOAGLAND A BOY'S MOTHER by JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY |
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