Classic Poem

Death that healest the weary,
Descend thou upon me,
Dividing life's days dreary
With surge of sea.

Lo! my spirit's summer
Fades, is past and gone:
O thou swift sure comer,
Speed thou on!

Not one love abideth;
No more roses gleam;
Time all loves derideth,
Every dream.

Not one woman waits now,
Not one love avails;
At thine awful gates now
Passion pales.

Lo! through the unbroken
Silence comes thy voice,
Sweet, of silvery token,
Saying, " Rejoice.

" If no roses wait thee,
Lo! I, death, am here.
What if life's heart hate thee?
Be of cheer!

" If no bright buds yonder
Flame upon the hill,
Through my meads, soul, wander
At thy will.

" If no lips be tender,
Am not I thy queen?
Hath not my mouth splendour
Soft, serene?

" Underneath my pinion,
Weary, be at rest;
In calm death-dominion;
This is best.

" Never wake to sorrow,
Sorrow never more;
Dread not, child, the morrow:
Life is o'er. "