IF thou wert lying cold and still and white In death's embraces, O mine enemy! I think that if I came and looked on thee, I should forgive; that something in the sight Of thy still face would conquer me, by right Of death's sad impotence, and I should see How pitiful a thing it is to be At feud with aught that's mortal. So tonight, My soul, unfurling her white flag of peace, Forestalling that dread hour when we may meet, -- The dead face and the living, -- fain would cry, Across the years, "Oh, let our warfare cease! Life is so short, and hatred is not sweet; Let there be peace between us ere we die!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FOUR SONNETS: 2 by FRANK DAVIS ASHBURN SUNRISE AND SUNSET: 2. SUNSET by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) THE YOUNG THAT DIED IN BEAUTY by WILLIAM BARNES EXOTIC PERFUME by CHARLES BAUDELAIRE THE ASYLUM by WILLIAM ROSE BENET THY DREAMS OMINOUS by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN WILD CHERRY TREE by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |