I LIFT mine eyes to see: earth vanisheth. I lift up wistful eyes and bend my knee: Trembling, bowed down, and face to face with Death, I lift mine eyes to see. Lo what I see is Death that shadows me: Yet whilst I, seeing, draw a shuddering breath, Death like a mist grows rare perceptibly. Beyond the darkness light, beyond the scathe Healing, beyond the Cross a palm- branch tree, Beyond Death Life, on evidence of faith: I lift mine eyes to see. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CHAMBER MUSIC: 3 by JAMES JOYCE THE WOMEN WITH FABLED HAIR by MADELINE DEFREES DE LITTLE PICKANINNY'S GONE TO SLEEP by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON |