DEATH will not frighten me, if death can send More of earth-living; but I hold the fear That never will the changing of the year And earth's wild wonder, moving without end, Come close again, nor Beauty so unbend From coldness as today, and come so near, Touching me all a-tremble; nor the clear Days of our love be ours again to spend. For earth has pressed upon me from all ways,— Mere earth,—of wind and water, wood and lane; And now by night I shudder, lest I lose The whole in dying, and the stream of days Run on unknown, and endless Beauty weave Her wonder still, through hidden sun and rain. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BRIGHTNESS AS A POIGNANT LIGHT by DAVID IGNATOW GUARDIANSHIP by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON DOWN BY THE CARIB SEA: 6. SUNSET IN THE TROPICS by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON O SOUTHLAND! by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: AMOS SIBLEY by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |