Classic and Contemporary Poetry
DEATH (2), by HENRY VAUGHAN Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Though since thy first sad entrance by Last Line: Though fled from you, their spirits hive. Alternate Author Name(s): Silurist | ||||||||
Though since thy first sad entrance by Just Abel's blood, 'Tis now six thousand years well nigh, And still thy sov'reignty holds good: Yet by none art thou understood. We talk and name thee with much ease As a tried thing, And everyone can slight his lease As if it ended in a Spring, Which shades and bowers doth rent-free bring. To thy dark land these heedless go: But there was One, Who searched it quite through to and fro, And then returning, like the Sun, Discovered all, that there is done. And since his death, we throughly see All thy dark way; Thy shades but thin and narrow be, Which his first looks will quickly fray: Mists make but triumphs for the day. As harmless violets, which give Their virtues here For salves and syrups, while they live, Do after calmly disappear, And neither grieve, repine, nor fear: So die his servants; and as sure Shall they revive. Then let not dust your eyes obscure, But lift them up, where still alive, Though fled from you, their spirits hive. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest... |
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