Come away, Death, make no mistake, There's no one in that house to die; She's young and strong, though suffering pain, And waits to hear her first-born's cry. 'Nay,' answered Death, 'there's no mistake, I've been to this same house before; Though no one saw a corpse come out, Or any mourner at the door. 'I've been to this same house before, I know it well from any other: And now I come again, to see A dead-born child destroy its mother.' | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IN IMITATION OF HORACE by APHRA BEHN THE STORM by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN THE WANDERER: 1. IN ITALY: ONCE by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON THE NEW VICAR OF BRAY by GEORGE GORDON BYRON THE AMERICAN BLACK (A STUDY IN RACE CONSCIOUSNESS) by GEORGE HERBERT CLARKE |