SOMETIMES I feel that death is very near, And, with half-lifted hand, Looks in my eyes, and tells me not to fear, But walk his friendly land, Comrade with him, and wise As peace is wise. Then, greatly though my heart with pity moves For dear imperilled loves, I somehow know That death is friendly so, A comfortable spirit; one who takes Long thought for all our sakes. I wonder; will he come that friendly way, That guest, or roughly in the appointed day? And will, when the last drops of life are spilt, My soul be torn from me, Or, like a ship truly and trimly built, Slip quietly to sea? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ODE FOR A SOCIAL MEETING, WITH SLIGHT ALTERATIONS BY A TEETOTALER by OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES THE LONELY STREET by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS A MOUNTAIN SOUL (KATHARINE COMAN) by KATHARINE LEE BATES REPEATED PILGRIMAGE by JOHN GILLAND BRUNINI THOMPSON'S VERMONT by DANIEL LEAVENS CADY THE FINE LADY'S LIFE by HENRY CAREY (1687-1743) |