Look, my weary brother, ere you die; Night is here, and phantom nigh; Soul of rabbit with the magic breath, Soul of Life and foe of living Death. Ere we die, my brother, ere we die. Look, my weary sister, ere we die; O'er the hills the phantom shadows lie; Rabbit ghostly soothes your aching fears, Rabbit ghostly dries your endless tears, Ere we die, my sister, ere we die. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE FIDDLING WOOD by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET BURNING DAWN by HAYDEN CARRUTH A MAN'S VOCATION IS NOBODY'S BUSINESS by JAMES GALVIN WHAT I'VE BELIEVED IN by JAMES GALVIN THE AUDACIOUS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON |