The air was choking bitter where I lay, And out of it I fell to instant peace, Then woke to racking pain that would not cease, But on from weary day to weary day Tortured me slowly till I could but pray For opiates' dull hazard of release; Then back to blessed health's delayed increase I struggled through a drear and desperate way. Not thus, O Doctor Death, the waking fair From your sharp ether! -- young and blithe and strong, Leaping alert in new and living air, Each motion ecstasy, each breath a song, Forgotten all my load of heavy care, -- O Doctor Death! how we have done you wrong! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CONTRA MORTEM: THE NOTHING I by HAYDEN CARRUTH TRIFLE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON BRER RABBIT, YOU'S DE CUTES' OF 'EM ALL by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON IN WALKED BUD WITH A PALETTE by CLARENCE MAJOR DR. SCUDDER'S CLINICAL LECTURE by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |