Classic and Contemporary Poetry
WHEN I AM DEAD, by EDNA DEAN PROCTOR Poet's Biography First Line: When I am dead, o let it be Last Line: Wilt watch beside that grave of mine. Alternate Author Name(s): Dean Subject(s): Death; God; Graves; Rest; Dead, The; Tombs; Tombstones | ||||||||
WHEN I am dead, O let it be, Dear Lord! for blessed rest in Thee! Then, though my ear had never known The rapture of a loving tone, Nor tender kisses prest my brow When heart to heart gave holiest vow, Nor fame's bewildering music stole Like a sweet fever through my soul, I shall lie down as kings do lie, In royal state and majesty; Nor cedar need, nor purple fold, Nor sculptured stone, nor fretted gold, But find my silent chamber there Than fairest couch of earth more fair, For Thou, the King of kings, wilt spread The pillow for my weary head. And whether, where I rest alone, Come foes to scorn or friends to moan, I shall not heed them, hid in joy Nor friend can give nor foe alloy; But peaceful sleep, as children slumber Whose mother's thoughts the minutes number, For Thou, the Lord, with love divine Wilt watch beside that grave of mine. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SURVIVOR AMONG GRAVES by RANDALL JARRELL SUBJECTED EARTH by ROBINSON JEFFERS THE GRAVE OF MRS. HEMANS by CECIL FRANCES ALEXANDER THOSE GRAVES IN ROME by LARRY LEVIS NOT TO BE DWELLED ON by HEATHER MCHUGH ONE LAST DRAW OF THE PIPE by PAUL MULDOON ETRUSCAN TOMB by JOHN FREDERICK NIMS ENDING WITH A LINE FROM LEAR by MARVIN BELL COLUMBUS DYING [MAY 20, 1506] by EDNA DEAN PROCTOR SA-CA-GA-WE-A; THE INDIAN GIRL WHO GUIDED LEWIS AND CLARK by EDNA DEAN PROCTOR |
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