DEATH found strange beauty on that polish'd brow, And dash'd it out. There was a tint of rose On cheek and lip. He touched the veins with ice, And the rose faded. Forth from those blue eyes There spake a wishful tenderness, a doubt Whether to grieve or sleep, which innocence Alone may wear. With ruthless haste he bound The silken fringes of those curtaining lids For ever. There had been a murmuring sound, With which the babe would claim its mother's ear, Charming her even to tears. The spoiler set The seal of silence. But there beam'd a smile, So fix'd, so holy, from that cherub brow, Death gazed, and left it there. He dar'd not steal The signet-ring of Heaven. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ODE ON THE DEATH OF A FAVOURITE CAT, DROWNED IN A TUB by THOMAS GRAY IDLENESS by SILAS WEIR MITCHELL MY LITTLE GIRL by SAMUEL MINTURN PECK FOR LACK OF GOLD by ADAM AUSTIN PSALM 116 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE PSALM 80 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE TO ELIZABETH by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE |