Come, O Death, so silent flying That unheard thy coming be, Lest the sweet delight of dying Bring life back again to me. For thy sure approach perceiving, In my constancy and pain I new life should win again, Thinking that I am not living. So to me, unconscious lying, All unknown thy coming be, Lest the sweet delight of dying Bring life back again to me. Unto him who finds thee hateful, Death, thou art inhuman pain; But to me, who dying gain, Life is but a task ungrateful. Come, then, with my wish complying, All unheard thy coming be, Lest the sweet delight of dying Bring life back again to me. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CONTRA MORTEM: THE NOTHING I by HAYDEN CARRUTH BETRAND AND GOURGAUD TALK OVER OLD TIMES by EDGAR LEE MASTERS RECESSIONAL by EDGAR LEE MASTERS REINFORCEMENTS by MARIANNE MOORE SONNET (6) by GEORGE SANTAYANA THE HIGHWAY DEATH TOLL by KAREN SWENSON |