Is it not sweet to die? for, what is death, But sighing that we ne'er may sigh again, Getting a length beyond our tedious selves; But trampling the last tear from poisonous sorrow, Spilling our woes, crushing our frozen hopes, And passing like an incense out of man? Then, if the body felt, what were its sense, Turning to daisies gently in the grave, If not the soul's most delicate delight When it does filtrate, through the pores of thought, In love and the enamelled flowers of song? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SONG OF THE MAD WOMAN'S SON by KAREN SWENSON APPRECIATION by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH THE DESERTED HOUSE by MARY ELIZABETH COLERIDGE EPISODE OF HANDS by HAROLD HART CRANE NOT DEAD, BUT GONE BEFORE by ANTIPHANES TO A FLOWER by CORRINNE M. ARTHUR |