To T. S. J. Jr. SO MANY times have I been dead, So many times been buried -- yet Each time the winter clod have shed, And spring's great wonder-world have met. By inner pang transpierced -- and done -- Sit tibi terra levis said -- Just there, the light again I won, And life-to-life inherited! "But, now, no more shall I arise!" Each death I deemed the Great Surcease, Spring's fire did touch my heart, my eyes, And fire in me did straight release. So many times this chanced to me -- So many, many little deaths, The Last no more than space can be Between two tremulous-taken breaths! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE PICKET-GUARD [NOVEMBER, 1861] by ETHEL LYNN BEERS THE SONG OF THE BOW, FR. THE WHITE COMPANY by ARTHUR CONAN DOYLE THE DAUGHTER OF DEBATE by ELIZABETH I WASHINGTON'S MONUMENT, FEBRUARY, 1885 by WALT WHITMAN THE SOLITARY REAPER by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH ELEGY FOR A DEAD KING by AL-KUTANDI |