I HEARD one cry out strongly, "Love is dead!" And then we went and looked upon his face, Turned into marble by Death's final grace: His silent lips, that once so vainly pled, Smile now, as men smile being newly wed; Since some strange joy Life's sorrows did efface When Death's arms clasped him in supreme embrace, All his long pain of living comforted. And you would wake him? Dare you him recall From Death's enamouring to Life's stern pain; Make him again the old grief's hopeless thrall; Bind him once more with the old clanking chain, And goad him on his weary way again? -- Nay! let him rest with Death, the lord of all. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE DEAD DRUMMER; A LEGEND OF SALISBURY PLAIN by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM WHITSUNDAY 1644 by JOSEPH BEAUMONT EPITAPH ON THE LADY SALTER, WIFE TO SIR WILLIAM SALTER by THOMAS CAREW LA BELLE SANS MERCI, SELECTION by ALAIN CHARTIER RETROSPECTION by JOHN CHALK CLARIS THE GATE by ELIZABETH JANE COATSWORTH MY NIGHT-GOWN AND SLIPPERS by GEORGE COLMAN THE YOUNGER |