I THOUGHT life's close to find a glad release From pain long borne to fly! Now death has come and bids my troubles cease, I feel afraid to die. What can, my God! what can this world contain To which the heart so clings? As pleasures do to this foul mire enchain, So too can sufferings! Can it be still so sweet the light to view While to the tomb so nigh? To lift the brow which the grave's ashes strew To the bright azure sky? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO HELEN KELLER - HUMANITARIAN, SOCIAL DEMOCRAT, GREAT SOUL by EDWIN MARKHAM GROWN-UP by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY CROSSING BROOKLYN FERRY by WALT WHITMAN A RIDDLE by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD THE VIAL by CHARLES BAUDELAIRE HINC LACHRIMAE; OR THE AUTHOR TO AURORA: 12 by WILLIAM BOSWORTH |