The death-change comes.
Death is another life. We bow our heads
At going out, we think, and enter straight
Another golden chamber of the king's
Larger than this we leave, and lovelier.
And then in shadowy glimpses, disconnect,
The story, flower-like, closes thus its leaves.
The will of God is all in all. He makes,
Destroys, remakes, for His own pleasure, all.
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Death's pale flag advanced in his cheeks.
Death's pale flag advanced in his cheeks.
Somewhere, in desolate, wind-swept space,
In twilight land, in no man's land,
Two hurrying shapes met face read more
Somewhere, in desolate, wind-swept space,
In twilight land, in no man's land,
Two hurrying shapes met face to face
And bade each other stand.
"And who are you?" cried one, a-gape,
Shuddering in the glimmering light.
"I know not," said the second shape,
"I only died last night."
Death makes angels of us all and gives us wings where we had shoulders smooth as ravens claws.
Death makes angels of us all and gives us wings where we had shoulders smooth as ravens claws.
What the caterpillar calls the end of the world, the master calls
a butterfly.
What the caterpillar calls the end of the world, the master calls
a butterfly.
A man's dying is more the survivors' affair than his own.
A man's dying is more the survivors' affair than his own.
Death is a very dull, dreary affair, and my advice to you is to have nothing whatever to do with read more
Death is a very dull, dreary affair, and my advice to you is to have nothing whatever to do with it.
The idea is to die young as late as possible.
The idea is to die young as late as possible.
Death is the universal salt of states;
Blood is the base of all things--law and war.
Death is the universal salt of states;
Blood is the base of all things--law and war.
