To T. S. J. Jr. SO MANY times have I been dead, So many times been buried -- yet Each time the winter clod have shed, And spring's great wonder-world have met. By inner pang transpierced -- and done -- Sit tibi terra levis said -- Just there, the light again I won, And life-to-life inherited! "But, now, no more shall I arise!" Each death I deemed the Great Surcease, Spring's fire did touch my heart, my eyes, And fire in me did straight release. So many times this chanced to me -- So many, many little deaths, The Last no more than space can be Between two tremulous-taken breaths! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DISDAIN RETURNED by THOMAS CAREW PENMAEN POOL by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS WHY I WRITE NOT OF LOVE by BEN JONSON STANZAS TO AN AFFECTIONATE AND PIOUS PARENT, ON THE DEATH OF HER CHILD by BERNARD BARTON SONG OF SOLOMON 2: 10-13. SPRING by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE TO HIS WORTHY FRIEND, MASTER SHAKERLY MARMION, UPON CUPID AND PSYCHE by RICHARD BROME |