Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE WIND OF DEATH, by AGNES ETHELWYN WETHERALD First Line: The wind of death, that softly blows Last Line: I turn, I turn my face to thee. Alternate Author Name(s): Wetherald, Ethelwyn Subject(s): Death; Dead, The | ||||||||
THE wind of death that softly blows The last warm petal from the rose, The last dry leaf from off the tree, To-night has come to breathe on me. There was a time I learned to hate, As weaker mortals learn to love; The passion held me fixed as fate, Burned in my veins early and late, But now a wind falls from above -- The wind of death that silently Enshroudeth friend and enemy. There was a time my soul was thrilled By keen ambition's whip and spur; My master forced me where he willed, And with his power my life was filled, But now the old time pulses stir How faintly in the wind of death, That bloweth lightly as a breath! And once, but once at Love's dear feet, I yielded strength, and life, and heart; His look turned bitter into sweet, His smile made all the world complete; The wind blows loves like leaves apart -- The wind of death that tenderly Is blowing 'twixt my love and me. O wind of death, that darkly blows Each separate ship of human woes Far out on a mysterious sea, I turn, I turn my face to thee. | 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 NOTE TO REALITY by TONY HOAGLAND LEGACIES by AGNES ETHELWYN WETHERALD |
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