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Home  »  The Oxford Book of English Verse  »  649. Death

Arthur Quiller-Couch, ed. 1919. The Oxford Book of English Verse: 1250–1900.

Thomas Hood. 1798–1845

649. Death

IT is not death, that sometime in a sigh 
  This eloquent breath shall take its speechless flight; 
That sometime these bright stars, that now reply 
  In sunlight to the sun, shall set in night; 
  That this warm conscious flesh shall perish quite,         5
And all life’s ruddy springs forget to flow; 
  That thoughts shall cease, and the immortal sprite 
Be lapp’d in alien clay and laid below; 
It is not death to know this—but to know 
  That pious thoughts, which visit at new graves  10
In tender pilgrimage, will cease to go 
  So duly and so oft—and when grass waves 
Over the pass’d-away, there may be then 
No resurrection in the minds of men.