Lo! there he lies, our Patriarch Poet, dead! The solemn angel of eternal peace Has waved a wand of mystery o'er his head, Touched his strong heart, and bade his pulses cease. Behold in marble quietude he lies! Pallid and cold, divorced from earthly breath, With tranquil brow, lax hands, and dreamless eyes, Yet the closed lips would seem to smile at death. Well may they smile; for death, to such as he, Brings purer freedom, loftier thought and aim; And, in grand truce with immortality, Lifts to song's fadeless heaven his star-like fame! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A BETTER RESURRECTION by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI THE SEAGULL by HERBERT BASHFORD A SPRING CAROL by ADRA CAROLINE BATCHELDER FRAGMENTS OF A POEM ON THE EXCELLENCE OF CHRISTIANITY by JAMES HAY BEATTIE THE FOUR ZOAS: NIGHTS THE THIRD AND FOURTH by WILLIAM BLAKE |