Death and birth should dwell not near together: Wealth keeps house not, even for shame, with dearth: Fate doth ill to link in one brief tether Death and birth. Harsh the yoke that binds them, strange the girth Seems that girds them each with each: yet whether Death be best, who knows, or life on earth? Ill the rose-red and the sable feather Blend in one's crown plume, as grief with mirth: Ill met still are warm and wintry weather, Death and birth. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE PARADOX by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR ORPHEUS AND EURYDICE: THE POWER OF MUSIC by SAMUEL LISLE THE SONG OF HIAWATHA: HIAWATHA AND MUDJEKEEWIS by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW THE COSMIC TRAIL by EDWIN M. ABBOTT THE FLAT-HUNTER'S WAY by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS |