What has this bugbear Death that's worth our care?After a life in pain and sorrow past, After deluding hope and dire despair, Death only gives us quiet at the last. How strangely are our love and hate misplaced! Freedom we seek, and yet from freedom flee; Courting those tyrant-sins that chain us fast, And shunning Death that only sets us free. 'Tis not a foolish fear of future pains— Why should they fear who keep their souls from stains?— That makes me dread thy terrors, Death, to see; 'Tis not the loss of riches or of fame, Or the vain toys the vulgar pleasures name: 'Tis nothing, Celia, but the losing thee. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LAMP OF LIFE by AMY LOWELL THE SCARECROW by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE GERONTION by THOMAS STEARNS ELIOT BEAVER BROOK by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL SING-SONG; A NURSERY RHYME BOOK: 92 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI |