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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE DEAD, by ERNST STOCKMANN
First Line: How they so softly rest
Last Line: Calls them, they slumber!
Subject(s): Death; Dead, The
First Line: How they so softly rest
Last Line: Calls them, they slumber!
Subject(s): Death; Dead, The
How they so softly rest,
All they the holy ones,
Unto whose dwelling-place
Now doth my soul draw near!
How they so softly rest,
All in their silent graves,
Deep to corruption
Slowly don-sinking!
And they no longer weep,
Here, where complaint is still!
And they no longer feel,
Here, where all gladness flies!
And, by the cypresses
Softly o'ershadowed
Until the Angel
Calls them, they slumber!
Other Poems of Interest...
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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