IFEAR thee not, O Death! nay, oft I pine To clasp thy passionless bosom to mine own, And on thy heart sob out my latest moan, Ere lapped and lost in thy strange sleep divine; But must I fear lest that chill breath of thine Should freeze all tender memories into stone, -- Lest ruthless and malign Oblivion Quench the last spark that lingers on love's shrine: O God! to moulder through dark, dateless years, The while all loving ministries shall cease, And time assuage the fondest mourner's tears! Here lies the sting! -- this, @3this@1 it is to die! And yet great nature rounds all strife with peace, And life or death, each rests in mystery! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A BOY'S MOTHER by JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY THE HAND OF LINCOLN by EDMUND CLARENCE STEDMAN THE CASTLE BY THE SEA by JOHANN LUDWIG UHLAND FOUR THINGS [TO DO] by HENRY VAN DYKE HASCHEESH by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH |