WHAT time the mighty moon was gathering light Love paced the thymy plots of Paradise, And all about him roll'd his lustrous eyes; When, turning round a cassia, full in view, Death, walking all alone beneath a yew, And talking to himself, first met his sight. 'You must begone,' said Death, 'these walks are mine.' Love wept and spread his sheeny vans for flight; Yet ere he parted said, 'This hour is thine; Thou art the shadow of life, and as the tree Stands in the sun and shadows all beneath, So in the light of great eternity Life eminent creates the shade of death. The shadow passeth when the tree shall fall, But I shall reign for ever over all.' | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE AGED LOVER RENOUNCETH LOVE by THOMAS VAUX HOW DOES THE RAIN COME? by CHARLES ROLLIN BALLARD THE CONFESSION by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM PSALM 92 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE THY DREAMS OMINOUS by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN CONNECTICUT ROAD SONG by ANNA HEMPSTEAD BRANCH |