I WARN, like the one drop of rain On your face, ere the storm; Or tremble in whispered refrain With your blood, beating warm. I am the presence that ever Baffles your touch's endeavor, -- Gone like the glimmer of dust Dispersed by a gust. I am the absence that taunts you, The fancy that haunts you; The ever unsatisfied guess That, questioning emptiness, Wins a sigh for reply. Nay, nothing am I, But the flight of a breath -- For I am Death! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...OH, SWEET CONTENT by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES HE FELL AMONG THIEVES by HENRY JOHN NEWBOLT OEDIPUS AT COLONUS: OLD AGE by SOPHOCLES IO VICTIS by WILLIAM WETMORE STORY THE SORROWS OF WERTHER by WILLIAM MAKEPEACE THACKERAY WATER FOWL by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH |