TWO terrors fright my soul by night and day : The first is Life, and with her come the years ; A weary, winding train of maidens they, With forward-fronting eyes, too sad for tears ; Upon whose kindred faces, blank and grey, The shadow of a kindred woe appears. Death is the second terror ; who shall say What form beneath the shrouding mantle nears ? Which way she turn, my soul finds no relief, My smitten soul may not be comforted ; Alternately she swings from grief to grief, And, poised between them, sways from dread to dread. For there she dreads because she knows ; and here, Because she knows not, inly faints with fear. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PRISONED IN WINDSOR, HE RECOUNTETH HIS PLEASURE THERE PASSED by HENRY HOWARD CARILLON by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW MICHAEL; A PASTORAL POEM by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH WHITE FOR MOURNING by AL-FATA AL-KAFIF WIND SONG by LUCIA PEARL BOORNAZIAN WASHINGTON by EVALYN TERRY BROOKS LINES WRITTEN ON A BLANK LEAF OF LA PEROUSE'S VOYAGES by THOMAS CAMPBELL |