A long — long Sleep — A famous — Sleep —
That makes no show for Morn —
By Stretch of Limb — or stir of Lid —
An independent One —
Was ever idleness like This?
Upon a Bank of Stone
To bask the Centuries away —
Nor once look up — for Noon?
A long — long Sleep — A famous — Sleep —
That makes no show for Morn —
By Stretch of Limb — or stir of Lid —
An independent One —
Was ever idleness like This?
Upon a Bank of Stone
To bask the Centuries away —
Nor once look up — for Noon?
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very good
Beautiful poem …! A simple way of describing death in peaceful way.Accepting death, seeing death in such a beautiful poem. Noone should be scared of dying that something that is gonna come no matter what……
well i iam not one who likes poetry but i liked this one very much. i dont know why, it just kind of rolls off my tongue. Cool poem Emily