by Percy Bysshe Shelley (1792 - 1822)

Epilogue: Death
Language: English 
1
Death is here and death is there,
Death is busy everywhere,
All around, within, beneath,
Above is death — and we are death.

2
Death has set his mark and seal
On all we are and all we feel,
On all we know and all we fear,

3
First our pleasures die — and then
Our hopes, and then our fears — and when
These are dead, the debt is due,
Dust claims dust — and we die too.

4
All things that we love and cherish,
Like ourselves must fade and perish;
Such is our rude mortal lot —
Love itself would, did they not.

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Available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):

  • CZE Czech (Čeština) (Jaroslav Vrchlický) , "Smrt", Prague, J. Otto, first published 1901


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This text was added to the website: 2018-08-15
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