Death is here, death is there, And the darkness everywhere! In the tree the bird is sleeping, To the tree the snake is creeping. O the sound of stifled weeping None to hear, none to care! Lost! Lost! No need to peer: Ends the path here, never clear. Starlight, no; nor candle's guiding; Never, never, dark's subsiding, Night-time holds the bird no hiding. Death remains, and fear, and fear. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE GIFT TO SING by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON THE GUARDIAN OF THE RED DISK (SPOKEN BY A CITIZEN OF MALTA - 1300) by EMMA LAZARUS MERELY STATEMENT by AMY LOWELL THE CHANT OF THE VULTURES by EDWIN MARKHAM THE DESIRE OF NATIONS by EDWIN MARKHAM THE HEART'S RETURN by EDWIN MARKHAM |