Why do you shrink away, and start and stare? Life frowns to see you leaning at death's gate Not back, but on. Ah! sweet, it is too late: You cannot cast these kisses from your hair. Will God's cold breath blow kindly anywhere Upon such burning gold? Oh! lips worn white With waiting! Love will blossom in a night And you shall wake to find the roses there!' 'Oh hush! He seems to stir, He lifts His Head. He smiles. Look where He hangs against the sky. He never smiled nor stirred, that God of pain With tired eyes and limbs above my bed - But loose me, this is death, I will not die - Not while He smiles. Oh! Christ, Thine own again!' | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE WALLABOUT MARTYRS by WALT WHITMAN MOON-BRIGHT DREAMS by WILLIAM EDWARD ADAMS PROMETHEUS BOUND: PROMETHEUS IN THE EARTHQUAKE by AESCHYLUS IN VINCULIS; SONNETS WRITTEN IN AN IRISH PRISON: DEEDS MIGHT HAVE BEEN by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT CITY SMOKE by ABBIE FARWELL BROWN FAMILIAR EPISTLES ON A SERMON, 'OFFICE & OPERATIONS OF HOLY SPIRIT': 4 by JOHN BYROM |