AND did you know our old friend Death is dead? Ah me! he died last night; my ghost was there, And all his phantom-friends from everywhere Were sorrowfully grouped about his bed. "I die; God help the living now!" he said With such a ghastly pathos, I declare The tears oozed from the blind eyes of the air And spattered on his face in gouts of red. And then he smiled -- the dear old bony smile That glittered on us in that crazy whim When first our daring feet leapt the defile Of life and ran so eagerly to him: And so he smiled upon us, even while The kind old sockets grew forever dim. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HOLES BORED IN A WORKBAG BY THE SCISSORS by MARIANNE MOORE MY MOTHER LEFT ME by KAREN SWENSON NEW YEAR'S DAWN - BROADWAY by SARA TEASDALE THERE WAS A CHILD WENT FORTH by WALT WHITMAN LORD FINCHLEY by HILAIRE BELLOC |