Take them, O Death! and bear away Whatever thou canst call thine own! Thine image stamped upon this clay, Doth give thee that, but that alone! Take them, O Grave! and let them lie Folded upon thy narrow shelves, As garments by the soul laid by, And precious only to ourselves. Take them, O Great Eternity! Our little life is but a gust, That bends the branches of thy tree, And bends its blossoms in the dust.
Two Poems
Song Cycle by Yates Van Antwerp
?. Suspiria [sung text not yet checked]
Language: English
Text Authorship:
- by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807 - 1882), "Suspiria", appears in The Seaside and the Fireside, first published 1849
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Language: English
How they so softly rest, All they the holy ones, Unto whose dwelling place Now doth my soul draw near! How they so softly rest, All in their silent graves, Deep to corruption Slowly down sinking! And they no longer weep, Here, where complaint is still! And they no longer feel, Here, where all gladness flies! And, by the cypresses Softly o'ershadowed, Until the Angel Calls them, they slumber!
Text Authorship:
- by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807 - 1882), "The dead", appears in Voices of the Night, first published 1839
Based on:
- a text in German (Deutsch) by Ernst Stockmann (1634 - 1712) [text unavailable]
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Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]Total word count: 146