Oh! Death will find me, long before I tire Of watching you; and swing me suddenly Into the shade and loneliness and mire Of the last land! There, waiting patiently, One day, I think, I'll feel a cool wind blowing, See a slow light across the Stygian tide, And hear the Dead about me stir, unknowing, And tremble. And I shall know that you have died, And watch you, a broad-browed and smiling dream, Pass, light as ever, through the lightless host, Quietly ponder, start, and sway, and gleam -- Most individual and bewildering ghost! -- And turn, and toss your brown delightful head Amusedly, among the ancient Dead. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE FUTURE LIFE by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT MOTHER TO SON by JAMES LANGSTON HUGHES SING-SONG; A NURSERY RHYME BOOK: 114 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI LINES TO A TEAPOT by JOANNA BAILLIE YULE-SONG: A MEMORY by WILLIAM STANLEY BRAITHWAITE TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 4. PORTLAND by EDWARD CARPENTER THE WESTERNER by CHARLES BADGER CLARK JR. |