I have dreamed of Death: -- what will it be to die Not in a dream, but in the literal truth With all Death's adjuncts ghastly and uncouth, The pang that is the last and the last sigh? Too dulled, it may be, for a last good-bye, Too comfortless for any one to soothe, A helpless charmless spectacle of ruth Thro' long last hours, so long while yet they fly. So long to those who hopeless in their fear Watch the slow breath and look for what they dread: While I supine with ears that cease to hear, With eyes that glaze, with heart pulse running down (Alas! no saint rejoicing on her bed), May miss the goal at last, may miss a crown. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LOVE POEM by KAREN SWENSON THE FISH by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS NOW AND AFTERWARDS by DINAH MARIA MULOCK CRAIK TO MY HONOURED FRIEND DR. CHARLETON by JOHN DRYDEN THE FIRST BLUEBIRD by JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY WHEN THE FROST IS ON THE PUNKIN by JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY |