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Poem
October 2, 1834
Herald Of The Times
Newport, Newport County, Rhode Island
What is this article about?
A reflective poem on approaching death, evoking evening light to dispel dark thoughts, cherishing youthful memories, requesting gentle care from a kind figure, and welcoming the soul's passage to heaven without grief or monuments.
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DEATH,
(Of thy nbv, W, D, o, pxarudy.)
List! hark! the curtain's draping fold-
And draw the evening sunlight in,
I would not that my heart grow cold,
Before its better years begin.
'Tis well, at such an holy hour-
So calm and pure- its sinking ray
Should shine into the heart, with power
To drive its dark thoughts away.
The bright young thoughts of early day
Shall gather in my memory now,
And not the later cares, which trace
Their stamp so deeply on my brow:
What though those days return no more?
The sweet remembrance is not vain--
For Heaven is waiting to restore
The childhood of my soul's domain.
Let no impatient mourner stand
In hollow sadness near my bed-
But let me rest upon the hand-
And let me hear the gentle tread
Of her whose kindness long ago,
And still unworn away by years
Has made my weary eyelids flow
With grateful and admiring tears.
I go-but let no plaintive tone
The moment's grief of friendship tell,
And let no proud and graven stone
Say where the weary slumbers well:
A few short hours-and then for Heaven!
Let sorrow all its tears dismiss-
For who would mourn the warning given,
Which calls us from a world like this!
(Of thy nbv, W, D, o, pxarudy.)
List! hark! the curtain's draping fold-
And draw the evening sunlight in,
I would not that my heart grow cold,
Before its better years begin.
'Tis well, at such an holy hour-
So calm and pure- its sinking ray
Should shine into the heart, with power
To drive its dark thoughts away.
The bright young thoughts of early day
Shall gather in my memory now,
And not the later cares, which trace
Their stamp so deeply on my brow:
What though those days return no more?
The sweet remembrance is not vain--
For Heaven is waiting to restore
The childhood of my soul's domain.
Let no impatient mourner stand
In hollow sadness near my bed-
But let me rest upon the hand-
And let me hear the gentle tread
Of her whose kindness long ago,
And still unworn away by years
Has made my weary eyelids flow
With grateful and admiring tears.
I go-but let no plaintive tone
The moment's grief of friendship tell,
And let no proud and graven stone
Say where the weary slumbers well:
A few short hours-and then for Heaven!
Let sorrow all its tears dismiss-
For who would mourn the warning given,
Which calls us from a world like this!
What sub-type of article is it?
Elegy
What themes does it cover?
Death Mourning
Religious Faith
What keywords are associated?
Death Reflection
Youth Memories
Heaven Passage
Gentle Mourning
Soul Restoration
Poem Details
Title
Death,
Form / Style
Rhymed Quatrains
Key Lines
List! Hark! The Curtain's Draping Fold / And Draw The Evening Sunlight In, / I Would Not That My Heart Grow Cold, / Before Its Better Years Begin.
For Heaven Is Waiting To Restore / The Childhood Of My Soul's Domain.
A Few Short Hours And Then For Heaven! / Let Sorrow All Its Tears Dismiss / For Who Would Mourn The Warning Given, / Which Calls Us From A World Like This!