Death, if thou be or be not, as was said, Immortal; if thou make us nought, or we Survive: thy power is made but of our dread, Death, if thou be. Thy might is made out of our fear of thee: Who fears thee not, hath plucked from off thine head The crown of cloud that darkens earth and sea. Earth, sea, and sky, as rain or vapour shed, Shall vanish; all the shows of them shall flee: Then shall we know full surely, quick or dead, Death, if thou be. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO A LITTLE INVISIBLE BEING WHO IS EXPECTED SOON TO BECOME VISIBLE by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD LIFE'S MIRROR by MARY AINGE DE VERE ON THE DEATH OF RICHARD WEST by THOMAS GRAY ANOTHER GRACE FOR A CHILD by ROBERT HERRICK FALSE POETS AND TRUE; TO WORDSWORTH by THOMAS HOOD |