Classic and Contemporary Poetry
WHY DOST THOU SORROW FOR THE HAPPY DEAD?, by BRANWELL BRONTE Last Line: The real death and darkness of the tomb Subject(s): Death | ||||||||
Why dost thou sorrow for the happy dead? For if their life be lost their toils are o'er, And woe and want can trouble them no more; Nor ever slept they in an earthly bed So sound as now they sleep, while dreamless laid In the dark chambers of the unknown shore, Where Night and Silence guard each sealed door. So-turn from such as thee thy drooping head And mourn the dead alive, whose spirit flies, Whose life departs, before his death has come; Who knows no Heaven beyond his gloomy skies; Who sees no Hope to brighten up that gloom: 'Tis he who feels the worm that never dies, The real death and darkness of a tomb! | 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 HOW THE MIRROR LOOKS THIS MORNING by HICOK. BOB NOTE TO REALITY by TONY HOAGLAND THORP GREEN by BRANWELL BRONTE |
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