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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE HOUR OF DEATH, by FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Leaves have their time to fall Last Line: Thou hast all seasons for thine own, oh! Death. Alternate Author Name(s): Browne, Felicia Dorothea Subject(s): Death; Dead, The | |||
Leaves have their time to fall, And flowers to wither at the north-wind's breath, And stars to set -- but all, Thou hast all seasons for thine own, oh! Death. Day is for mortal care, Eve for glad meetings round the joyous hearth, Night for the dreams of sleep, the voice of prayer -- But all for thee, thou mightiest of the earth. The banquet hath its hour, Its feverish hour of mirth, and song, and wine: There comes a day of grief's overwhelming power, A time for softer tears -- but all are thine. Youth and the opening rose May look like things too glorious for decay, And smile at thee -- but thou art not of those That wait the ripened bloom to seize their prey. Leaves have their time to fall, And flowers to wither at the north-wind's breath, And stars to set -- but all, Thou hast all seasons for thine own, oh! Death. We know when moons shall wane, When summer-birds from far shall cross the sea, When autumn's hue shall tinge the golden grain -- But who shall teach us when to look for thee? Is it when Spring's first gale Comes forth to whisper where the violets lie? It is when roses in our paths grow pale? They have one season -- all are ours to die! Thou art where billows foam, Thou art where music melts upon the air; Thou art around us in our peaceful home, And the world calls us forth -- and thou art there. Thou art where friend meets friend, Beneath the shadow of the elm to rest -- Thou art where foe meets foe, and trumpets rend The skies, and swords beat down the princely crest. Leaves have their time to fall, And flowers to wither at the north-wind's breath, And stars to set -- but all, Thou hast all seasons for thine own, oh! Death. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A FRIEND KILLED IN THE WAR by ANTHONY HECHT FOR JAMES MERRILL: AN ADIEU by ANTHONY HECHT TARANTULA: OR THE DANCE OF DEATH by ANTHONY HECHT CHAMPS D?ÇÖHONNEUR by ERNEST HEMINGWAY |
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