Bliss Carman, et al., eds. The World’s Best Poetry. 1904.
V. Death and BereavementTo Death
AnonymousM
On such an eve, when such a sky
O’er-canopies the west;
To gaze my fill on yon calm deep,
And, like an infant, fall asleep
On Earth, my mother’s breast.
Of endless blue tranquillity:
These clouds are living things;
I trace their veins of liquid gold,
I see them solemnly unfold
Their soft and fleecy wings.
Us weary children of a day—
Life’s tedious nothing o’er—
Where neither passions come, nor woes,
To vex the genius of repose
On Death’s majestic shore.
With startling dawn and dazzling day;
But gloriously serene
Are the interminable plains:
One fixed, eternal sunset reigns
O’er the wide silent scene.
I know thy greeting is severe
To this poor shell of clay:
Yet come, O Death! thy freezing kiss
Emancipates! thy rest is bliss!
I would I were away!