To know just how he suffered would be dear; To know if any human eyes were near To whom he could intrust his wavering gaze, Until it settled firm on Paradise. To know if he was patient, part content, Was dying as he thought, or different; Was it a pleasant day to die, And did the sunshine face his way? What was his furthest mind, of home, or God, Or what the distant say At news that he ceased human nature On such a day?And wishes, had he any? Just his sigh, accented, Had been legible to me. And was he confident untilIll fluttered out in everlasting well? And if he spoke, what name was best, What first,What one broke off with At the drowsiest?Was he afraid, or tranquil? Might he knowHow conscious consciousness could grow, Till love that was, and love too blest to be, Meet - and the junction be Eternity? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO THE NIGHTINGALE by ANNE FINCH GOLDEN HILL by HAMILTON FISH ARMSTRONG ADDRESS TO SUBSCRIBERS .. FUND FOR CLOTHING CHILDREN CHARITY SCHOOL by BERNARD BARTON FOR THE SOUL'S KEEPING by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE TESTAMENT FOR MY STUDENTS, 1968 - 1969 by KAY BOYLE |