Welcome Guest Login

It is not death that sometime in a sigh This

It is not death that sometime in a sigh
This eloquent breath shall take its speechless flight
That sometime these bright stars that now reply
In sunlight to the sun shall set in night
That this warm conscious flesh shall perish quite
And all life""s ruddy springs forget to flow
That thoughts shall cease and the immortal sprite
Be lapped in alien clay and laid below
It is not death to know this but to know
That pious thoughts which visit at new graves
In tender pilgrimage will cease to go
So duly and so oft and when grass waves
Over the past away there may be then
No resurrection in the minds of men..

Submit Your Poetry

by:- admin posted in:- thomas hood

Comments are closed. :(