"O HATEFUL Death!" my angry spirit cries, "Who thus couldst take my darling from my sight, Shrouding her beauty in sepulchral night; O cruel! unto prayers and tears and sighs Inexorable!" "Hush!" my soul replies; "Be just, O stricken heart! the mortal strife Which we call 'death' is birth to higher life. Safe in the Father's Mansion in the skies, She bides thy coming; only gone before A little while, that at thy parting breath Thou mayst endure a lighter pain of death, And gladlier pass beyond this earthly shore; For, with thy Laura calling from on high, It cannot, sure, be very hard to die." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ASTROPHEL AND STELLA: 71 by PHILIP SIDNEY FRIENDS by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS MUCH LOVE by PIERRE JEAN DE BERANGER THE VOICE OF AUTUMN by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT SUPPLIANT by KATHARINE BROWN BURT THE SOUL TO THE BODY by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON TO SIR WILLIAM DAVENANT UPON .. FIRST TWO BOOKS OF GONDIBERT by ABRAHAM COWLEY |