THE mountains have a peace which none disturb— The stars and clouds a course which none restrain— The wild sea-waves rejoice without a curb, And rest without a passion; but the chain Of Death, upon this ghastly cliff and chasm Is broken evermore, to bind again, Nor lulls nor looses. Hark! a voice of pain, Suddenly silenced;—a quick passing spasm, That startles rest, but grants not liberty,— A shudder, or a struggle, or a cry— And then sepulchral stillness. Look on us, God! who hast given these hills their place of pride, If Death's captivity be sleepless thus, For those who sink to it unsanctified. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BURNING DAWN by HAYDEN CARRUTH CONTRA MORTEM: THE MOON by HAYDEN CARRUTH PLEDGE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON |