IF I should see thee, Most Unhappy, dead, How should I dare to utter moan for thee? Does any grieve for prisoner set free? Or shall our tears upon his brow be shed Who after long starvation full is fed? Nay, rather, clamor, bells, exultantly; Like wedding chimes ring out your harmony; Since saddest Life to gladdest Death is wed. Thou, whose whole life was sorrow! In thy grave Shall not strange joy possess thee, and deep rest; Such rest as no man knoweth, having breath? Wilt thou not hear from far the old blasts rave That long pursued thee with relentless quest, And know them mocked, at last, by thee and Death? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...POETRY by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE CROWING OF THE RED COCK by EMMA LAZARUS THE BATTLE OF LA PRAIRIE, 1691 by WILLIAM DOUW LIGHTHALL THE POET AND HIS BOOK by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY AN INSCRIPTION by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |