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First Line: It is not death, that sometime in a sigh
Last Line: No resurrection in the minds of men.
Variant Title(s): True Death
Subject(s): Death; Dead, The


IT is not death, that sometime in a sigh
This eloquent breath shall take its speechless flight;
That sometime these bright stars, that now reply
In sunlight to the sun, shall set in night;
That this warm conscious flesh shall perish quite,
And all life's ruddy springs forget to flow;
That thoughts shall cease, and the immortal sprite
Be lapp'd in alien clay and laid below;
It is not death to know this -- but to know
That pious thoughts, which visit at new graves
In tender pilgrimage, will cease to go
So duly and so oft -- and when grass waves
Over the pass'd-away, there may be then
No resurrection in the minds of men.




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