If I should die,
And you should live,
And time should gurgle on,
And morn should beam,
And noon should burn,
As it has usual done; Continue reading
We thought of you with love today,
But that is nothing new.
We thought about you yesterday.
And days before that too.
We think of you in silence. Continue reading
Name me no names for my disease,
With uninforming breath;
I tell you I am none of these,
But homesick unto death.
I sing of Death; yet soon, perchance may be
A dweller in the tomb. But twenty years
Have wither’d, since my pilgrimage began,
And I look back upon my boyish days
With mournful joy; as musing wand’rers do,
With eye reverted, from some lofty hill,
Upon the bright and peaceful vale below.�
Oh! let me live, until the fires that feed
My soul, have work’d themselves away, and then,
Eternal Spirit, take me to Thy home!
For when a child, I shaped inspiring dreams,
And nourish’d aspirations that awoke
Beautiful feelings flowing from the face
Of Nature; from a child, I learn’d to reap
A harvest of sweet thoughts for future years.
When I think of ages past
That have floated down the stream
Of life and love and death,
I feel how free it makes us
To pass away.
Because I could not stop for Death,
He kindly stopped for me.
The Carriage held but just ourselves
Thou inevitable day,
When a voice to me shall say–
‘Thou must rise and come away;
It seems fitting
that the men you knew in life
perform this task