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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
DEATH, by LUCRETIA MARIA DAVIDSON First Line: The destroyer cometh; his footstep is light Last Line: Are the curtains which shroud joy's deadliest foe. Subject(s): Death; Dead, The | |||
The destroyer cometh; his footstep is light, He marketh the threshold of sorrow at night; He steals like a thief o'er the fond one's repose, And chills the warm tide from the heart as it flows. His throne is the tomb, and a pestilent breath Walks forth on the night-wind, the herald of death! His couch is the bier, and the dark weeds of woe Are the curtains which shroud joy's deadliest foe. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A FRIEND KILLED IN THE WAR by ANTHONY HECHT FOR JAMES MERRILL: AN ADIEU by ANTHONY HECHT TARANTULA: OR THE DANCE OF DEATH by ANTHONY HECHT CHAMPS D?ÇÖHONNEUR by ERNEST HEMINGWAY NOTE TO REALITY by TONY HOAGLAND A DREAM by LUCRETIA MARIA DAVIDSON |
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