From the winter's grey despair, From the summer's golden languor, Death, the lover of Life, Frees us for ever. Inevitable, silent, unseen, Everywhere always, Shadow by night and as light in the day, Signs she at last to her chosen; And, as she waves them forth, Sorrow and Joy Lay by their looks and their voices, Set down their hopes, and are made One in the dim Forever. Into the winter's grey delight, Into the summer's golden dream, Holy and high and impartial, Death, the mother of Life, Mingles all men for ever. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON SIR PALMES FAIRBORNE'S TOMB, IN WESTERMINSTER ABBEY by JOHN DRYDEN TO THE BOY by ELIZABETH CLEMENTINE DODGE KINNEY TO THE RIVER CHARLES by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW ZION, OR THE CITY OF GOD by JOHN NEWTON MOLLY PITCHER [JUNE 28, 1778] by LAURA ELIZABETH HOWE RICHARDS TICHBORNE'S ELEGY, WRITTEN IN THE TOWER BEFORE HIS EXECUTION by CHIDIOCK TICHBORNE THESE ENDURE by MARION H. ADDINGTON |