Vital spark of heav'nly flame! Quit, oh quit this mortal frame: Trembling, hoping, ling'ring, flying, Oh the pain, the bliss of dying! Cease, fond Nature, cease thy strife, And let me languish into life. Hark! they whisper; Angels say, Sister Spirit, come away. What is this absorbs me quite? Steals my senses, shuts my sight, Drowns my spirits, draws my breath? Tell me, my Soul, can this be Death? The world recedes; it disappears! Heav'n opens on my eyes! my ears With sounds seraphic ring: Lend, lend your wings! I mount! I fly! O Grave! where is thy Victory? O Death! where is thy Sting? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DISASTER by CHARLES STUART CALVERLEY THE WRECK OF THE HESPERUS by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW TO AN INDEPENDENT PREACHER by MATTHEW ARNOLD CONSOLATION by HAZEL REESE COLLINS THE VOICE CALLING by DINAH MARIA MULOCK CRAIK |