Death poems
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A Prayer For Artemis
© Aeschylus
Though Zeus plan all things right,
Yet is his heart's desire full hard to trace;
Nathless in every place
Brightly it gleameth, e'en in darkest night,
Fraught with black fate to man's speech-gifted race.
The Coming Of The Ship Chapter I
© Khalil Gibran
Only another breath will I breathe in this still air, only another loving look cast backward,
Then I shall stand among you, a seafarer among seafarers.
And you, vast sea, sleepless mother,
Who alone are peace and freedom to the river and the stream,
Only another winding will this stream make, only another murmur in this glade,
And then shall I come to you, a boundless drop to a boundless ocean.
The Banner Of The Covenanters
© Caroline Norton
I.
HERE, where the rain-drops may not fall, the sunshine doth not play,
Where the unfelt and distant breeze in whispers dies away;
Here, where the stranger paces slow along the silent halls,
Vanishings
© William Watson
As one whose eyes have watched the stricken day
Swoon to its crimson death adown the sea,
Agnes
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
THE KNIGHT
The tale I tell is gospel true,
As all the bookmen know,
And pilgrims who have strayed to view
The wrecks still left to show.
Paradiso (English)
© Dante Alighieri
The glory of Him who moveth everything
Doth penetrate the universe, and shine
In one part more and in another less.
Song Of Fortunio
© Alfred de Musset
If you suppose I'm going to say
Whose love I dare,
I would not for an empire's sway
Her name declare.
The Future
© John Gould Fletcher
After ten thousand centuries have gone,
Man will ascend the last long pass to know
That all the summits which he saw at dawn
Are buried deep in everlasting snow.
Edgehill Fight
© Rudyard Kipling
Naked and grey the Cotswolds stand
Beneath the summer sun,
And the stubble fields on either hand
Where Sour and Avon run.
There is no change in the patient land
That has bred us every one.
The Unknown Beloved
© John Hall Wheelock
I dreamed I passed a doorway
Where, for a sign of death,
White ribbons one was binding
About a flowery wreath.
The Vision
© Katharine Tynan
An average man was Private Flynn,
Good stuff for soldiering, no doubt;
Troublesome when the drink was in,
A quiet lad when it was out.
Fragment: Omens
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
Hark! the owlet flaps his wings
In the pathless dell beneath;
Hark! 'tis the night-raven sings
Tidings of approaching death.
Satan Absolved
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
Angels. And we would know God's plan,
His true thought for the world, the wherefore and the why
Of His long patience mocked, His name in jeopardy.
We have no heart to serve without instructions new.
Life Tells The Dreamer
© Margaret Widdemer
THESE others ask me little, clamoring
For such imperfect gifts as I can bring;
On Ye Bishop Of Meaths Death
© Thomas Parnell
Mourn widdowd Iland, Mourn, your Pan is dead.
Mourn ye unhappy flocks your Sheapherd Pan is fled;
"To read only children's books"
© Osip Emilevich Mandelstam
To read only children's books,
To have only childish thoughts,
To throw everything grown-up away,
To rise from deep sadness.
The Visionary Face
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
I AM happy with her I love,
In a circle of charmed repose;
My soul leaps up to follow her feet
Wherever my darling goes;
