Oh! Death will find me, long before I tire Of watching you; and swing me suddenly Into the shade and loneliness and mire Of the last land! There, waiting patiently, One day, I think, I'll feel a cool wind blowing, See a slow light across the Stygian tide, And hear the Dead about me stir, unknowing, And tremble. And I shall know that you have died, And watch you, a broad-browed and smiling dream, Pass, light as ever, through the lightless host, Quietly ponder, start, and sway, and gleam -- Most individual and bewildering ghost! -- And turn, and toss your brown delightful head Amusedly, among the ancient Dead. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SHE HEARS THE STORM by THOMAS HARDY THE RUBAIYAT, 1879 EDITION: 18 by OMAR KHAYYAM FATHER, THY WILL BE DONE by SARAH FLOWER ADAMS HYMN TO HORUS by MATHILDE BLIND NIGHT-WIND by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN SONNET TO --. by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD MALLY'S MEEK, MALLY'S SWEET by ROBERT BURNS |