The Complete Poetical Works of Robert Buchanan In Two Volumes. With a Portrait |
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III. ‘O Death, pale Death.’
‘O Death! pale Death!
Thy hair is golden, not gray—
In the dark mirrors of thine eyes, O Death,
Lie glimmering dreams of day.
Thy hair is golden, not gray—
In the dark mirrors of thine eyes, O Death,
Lie glimmering dreams of day.
‘O gentle Death!
Thy hand is warm, not chill,—
Thy touch is soft and living, and thy breath
Sweet, with no power to kill.
Thy hand is warm, not chill,—
Thy touch is soft and living, and thy breath
Sweet, with no power to kill.
‘I love thee, Death, for that great heavenly brow
Still dark from love's eclipse—
And lo! a hundredfold I hunger now
To hear thy living lips.
Still dark from love's eclipse—
And lo! a hundredfold I hunger now
To hear thy living lips.
‘O gentle Death!
Speak, that mine ears may hear.’
Then like a fountain rose the voice of Death,
Low, sweet, and clear!
Speak, that mine ears may hear.’
Then like a fountain rose the voice of Death,
Low, sweet, and clear!
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