After
Death
At
Home
Bourne,
The
Dream
Land
Dream-Love
Echo
End,
An
Life
And Death
Memory
One
Day
Portrait,
A
Remember
Shall
I Forget?
Sister
Maude
Sleeping
At Last
Song
("Oh Roses For The Flush of Youth")
Song
("When I Am Dead, My Dearest")
Spring
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-- a collection of 53 poems, 18
of which are presented here. Not all
deal with death and dying, there are
love poems too. An example is
Birthday, available in my Quotes
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Spring
Frost-locked all the winter,
Seeds, and roots, and the
stones of fruits,
What shall make their sap
ascend
That they may put forth shoots?
Tips of tender green,
Leaf, or blade, or sheath;
Telling of the hidden life
That breaks forth underneath,
Life nursed in its grave by
Death.
Blows the thaw-wind pleasantly,
Drips the soaking rain,
By fits looks down the waking
sun:
Young grass springs on the
plain;
Young leaves clothe early
hedgerow trees;
Seeds, and roots, and stones
of fruits,
Swollen with sap put forth
their shoots;
Curled-headed ferns sprout
in the lane;
Birds sing and pair again.
There is no time like Spring,
When life's alive in everything,
Before new nestlings sing,
Before cleft swallows speed
their journey back
Along the trackless track
--
God guides their wing,
He spreads their table that
they nothing lack, --
Before the daisy grows a common
flower,
Before the sun has power
To scorch the world up in
his noontide hour.
There is no time like Spring,
Like Spring that passes by:
There is no life like Spring-life
born to die, --
Piercing the sod,
Clothing the uncouth clod,
Hatched in the nest,
Fledged on the windy bough,
Strong on the wing;
There is no time like Spring
that passes by,
Now newly born, and now
Hastening to die.
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