Poor Body, sitting there so calm, With scarcely any breath Are we rehearsing that last act, When we shall meet with Death? Our fire of life is burning low, And we can feel the cold Yet we have had a glorious time, When all our days are told. Rest, tired Body, rest in peace, And trust the Mind, this hour: With thoughts too kind to tempt the flesh To act beyond its power. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PARAGRAPHS: 9 by HAYDEN CARRUTH SAPPHIC SUICIDE NOTE by JAMES GALVIN THE PASSING OF THE EX-SLAVE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON CHAMBER MUSIC: 8 by JAMES JOYCE STUDY FOR A GEOGRAPHICAL TRAIL; 5. MARYLAND by CLARENCE MAJOR ANCHORED TO THE INFINITE by EDWIN MARKHAM |