METHINKS Death like one laughing lies, Showing his teeth, shutting his eyes, Only thus to have found her here He did with so much reason fear, And she despise. For, barring all the gates of sin, Death's open ways to enter in, She was with a strict siege beset, So what by force he could not get, By time to win. This mighty warrior was deceived yet, For what he mutine in her powers thought Was but their zeal, And what by their excess might have been wrought Her fasts did heal. Till that her noble soul, by these as wings Transcending the low pitch of earthly things, As b'ing reliev'd by God and set at large, And grown by this worthy a higher charge, Triumphing over Death, to Heaven fled, And did not die, but left her body dead. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...APRIL, 1885 by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES CHRISTMAS TREES; A CHRISTMAS CIRCULAR LETTER by ROBERT FROST BEFORE MARCHING, AND AFTER (IN MEMORIAM F.W.G.) by THOMAS HARDY DOCTOR FELL by MARCUS VALERIUS MARTIALIS THE HAYSTACK IN THE FLOODS by WILLIAM MORRIS (1834-1896) SONNETS TO LAURA IN LIFE: 156 by PETRARCH WOMAN'S WILL by JOHN GODFREY SAXE AN OLD BATTLE-FIELD by FRANK LEBBY STANTON THE WINDOW; OR, THE SONG OF THE WRENS: MARRIAGE MORNING by ALFRED TENNYSON |