IF thou wert lying cold and still and white In death's embraces, O mine enemy! I think that if I came and looked on thee, I should forgive; that something in the sight Of thy still face would conquer me, by right Of death's sad impotence, and I should see How pitiful a thing it is to be At feud with aught that's mortal. So tonight, My soul, unfurling her white flag of peace, Forestalling that dread hour when we may meet, -- The dead face and the living, -- fain would cry, Across the years, "Oh, let our warfare cease! Life is so short, and hatred is not sweet; Let there be peace between us ere we die!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THERE IS NO DEATH by JOHN LUCKEY MCCREERY A LITTLE WHILE by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI GOD'S DETERMINATIONS: CHRIST'S REPLY by EDWARD TAYLOR FIDELIA ARGUING WITH HER SELF ON THE DIFFICULTY FINDING TRUE RELIGION by JANE BARKER THE IMPROVISATORE: LEOPOLD by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES LIGHTS THROUGH THE MIST by WILLIAM ROSE BENET |