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Death stands above me, whispering low
I know not what into my ear;
Of his strange language all I know
Is, there is not a word of fear.
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Tue, 2014-07-22 07:18
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Interesting paradox, the speaker is unale to understand Death's language, but knows that it contains "not a word of fear."
The personification of death is a methaphor for feelings about death.