O GENTLE death, bow down and sip The soul that lingers on my lip; O gentle death, bow down and keep Eternal vigil o'er my sleep; For I am weary and would rest Forever on your loving breast. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PROMETHEUS BOUND: THE OVERTHROW OF ZEUS by AESCHYLUS EPIGRAM by DECIMUS MAGNUS AUSONIUS THE PRODIGAL'S BROTHER SPEAKS by BESS SAMUEL AYRES ENVOI: DEATH (2) by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) OCTOBER by MARIE DAVIES WARREN BECKNER QUATORZAINS: 7. ANOTHER FANTASTIC SIMILE by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES |