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")
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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
Section.

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.

Taken from "Goblin Market and Other Poems"
Copyright © 1994 by Dover Publications, Inc.
other bits © 2000-2006 by Sharlini Nambiar

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