Thought travels past thee with intenser glow, And nobler visions burn upon thine eye, Than other souls e'er knew of, or can know; Massing delicious thought, and fancies high, From hour to hour, thy spirit teems with joy, Nor seldom with unrest; for, when the mind O'er many themes keeps survey unconfined, Death will be one; - 'tis surely sad to die! Placed at the limit of all mortal being, The mute unquestionable shadow stands, Whose simple mandate binds the giant's hands Helpless, and seals the keenest eye from seeing! We own his power, but know not whence he came; We call him Death - he telleth not his name! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DE RERUM NATURA: BOOK 3. AGAINST THE FEAR OF DEATH by TITUS LUCRETIUS CARUS TO DEATH OF HIS LADY by FRANCOIS VILLON BE STILL, MY SOUL by ARCHILOCHUS ON A LADY'S WRITING by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD HINC LACHRIMAE; OR THE AUTHOR TO AURORA: 4 by WILLIAM BOSWORTH OUR PRISONERS OF WAR IN GERMANY by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES TO F.A.B., A VIRTUOUS YOUNG PHYSICIAN ABOUT TO PRACTISE by CHARLES WILLIAM BRODRIBB |