The Marriage Before Death, And Other Poems By George Barlow |
 |
 |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
| I. |
| II. |
| III. |
| IV. |
| V. |
| VI. |
| VII. | VII.—DEATH. |
| VIII. |
| IX. |
| X. |
| XI. |
| XII. |
| XIII. |
| XIV. |
| XV. |
| XVI. |
| XVII. |
| XVIII. |
|
 | The Marriage Before Death, And Other Poems |  |
VII.—DEATH.
O death most wonderful, O death most good,
O death most holy—bringing rapt release,
Bringing the senses universal peace,
Placing us in a godlike solitude!
When once the lonely awestruck soul hath stood
Upon thy mountain-tops, what vast increase
Of passion shall enthral and thrill—nor cease
To work out raptures meet for every mood!
O death most holy—bringing rapt release,
Bringing the senses universal peace,
Placing us in a godlike solitude!
When once the lonely awestruck soul hath stood
Upon thy mountain-tops, what vast increase
Of passion shall enthral and thrill—nor cease
To work out raptures meet for every mood!
O perfect spirit of death stay not thy hand,
But make us one with all the women fair
Who flower-like sought to scent the flowerless land,
And with their breath make all the icy air
Quiver with lovely summer, and thy sand
Now eddy stream-like as with rippling hair.
But make us one with all the women fair
Who flower-like sought to scent the flowerless land,
And with their breath make all the icy air
Quiver with lovely summer, and thy sand
Now eddy stream-like as with rippling hair.
| The Marriage Before Death, And Other Poems | |