IFEAR thee not, O Death! nay, oft I pine To clasp thy passionless bosom to mine own, And on thy heart sob out my latest moan, Ere lapped and lost in thy strange sleep divine; But must I fear lest that chill breath of thine Should freeze all tender memories into stone, -- Lest ruthless and malign Oblivion Quench the last spark that lingers on love's shrine: O God! to moulder through dark, dateless years, The while all loving ministries shall cease, And time assuage the fondest mourner's tears! Here lies the sting! -- this, @3this@1 it is to die! And yet great nature rounds all strife with peace, And life or death, each rests in mystery! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DEATH IN THE KITCHEN by THOMAS HOOD THE FACTORY; 'TIS AN ACCURSED THING! by LETITIA ELIZABETH LANDON MUTABILITY (2) by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY THE PALM TREE by ABD-AR RAHMAN I MASKS by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH LONDON, SEPTEMBER, 1944 by CHARLES WILLIAM BRODRIBB |