Then Death Replied
O throbbing Life! away beyond the strife,—
Beyond the toil, when all the dream is o'er,—
What shall betide?
Shall effort end in mystery and fear,
As foot-prints, leading to a river wide,
That show their impress on the nearer shore
But disappear
And are not found upon the farther side?
Then Death to me replied;
But of his utterance, veiled, I could not hear
Or understand a tithe,
Because of the insatiate roar
Made by his ruthless scythe.
Beyond the toil, when all the dream is o'er,—
What shall betide?
Shall effort end in mystery and fear,
As foot-prints, leading to a river wide,
That show their impress on the nearer shore
But disappear
And are not found upon the farther side?
Then Death to me replied;
But of his utterance, veiled, I could not hear
Or understand a tithe,
Because of the insatiate roar
Made by his ruthless scythe.
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