THERE was a time when Death and I Came face to face together: I was but young indeed to die, And it was summer weather; One happy year a wedded wife, And I was slipping out of life. You knelt beside me, and I heard, As from some far-off distance, A bitter cry that dimly stirred My soul to make resistance. You thought me dead; you called my name; And back from Death itself I came. But oh! that you had made no sign, That I had heard no crying! For now the yearning voice is mine, And there is no replying: Death never could so cruel be As Life -- and you -- have proved to me! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONNET TO GEORGE SAND: 1. A RECOGNITION by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING THE FAIRY THORN; AN ULSTER BALLAD by SAMUEL FERGUSON AN ELEGY: TO AN OLD BEAUTY by THOMAS PARNELL SYMPATHY by HENRY DAVID THOREAU |