death poem

Immortality
Do not stand
By my grave, and weep.
I am not there,
I do not sleep—
I am the thousand winds that blow
I am the diamond glints in snow
I am the sunlight on ripened grain,
I am the gentle, autumn rain.
As you awake with morning’s hush,
I am the swift, up-flinging rush
Of quiet birds in circling flight,
I am the day transcending night.
Do not stand
By my grave, and cry—
I am not there,
I did not die.
There Is No Night Without A Dawning
There is no night without a dawning

No winter without a spring
And beyond the dark horizon
Our hearts will once more sing…
For those who leave us for a while
Have only gone away
Out of a restless, care worn world
Into a brighter day.
Turn Again To Life
If I should die and leave you here a while,

be not like others sore undone, who keep
long vigils by the silent dust, and weep.
For my sake – turn again to life and smile,
nerving thy heart and trembling hand to do
something to comfort weaker hearts than thine.
Complete these dear unfinished tasks of mine
and I, perchance may therein comfort you.
If I should die before the rest of you,

Break not a flower nor inscribe a stone.
Nor, when I’m gone, speak in a Sunday voice,
But be the usual selves that I have known.
Weep if you must,
Parting is hell.
But life goes on,
So sing as well.
I Felt An Angel
I felt an angel near today, though one I could not see

I felt an angel oh so close, sent to comfort me
I felt an angel’s kiss, soft upon my cheek
And oh, without a single word of caring did it speak
I felt an angel’s loving touch, soft upon my heart

And with that touch, I felt the pain and hurt within depart
I felt an angel’s tepid tears, fall softly next to mine

And knew that as those tears did dry a new day would be
mine
I felt an angel’s silken wings enfold me with pure love

And felt a strength within me grow, a strength sent from
above
I felt an angel oh so close, though one I could not see

I felt an angel near today, sent to comfort me.
Farewell
Farewell to thee! but not farewell

To all my fondest thoughts of thee:
Within my heart they still shall dwell;
And they shall cheer and comfort me.
O, beautiful, and full of grace!

If thou hadst never met mine eye,
I had not dreamed a living face
Could fancied charms so far outvie.
If I may ne’er behold again

That form and face so dear to me,
Nor hear thy voice, still would I fain
Preserve, for aye, their memory.
That voice, the magic of whose tone

Can wake an echo in my breast,
Creating feelings that, alone,
Can make my tranced spirit blest.
That laughing eye, whose sunny beam

My memory would not cherish less; —
And oh, that smile! whose joyous gleam
Nor mortal language can express.
Adieu, but let me cherish, still,

The hope with which I cannot part.
Contempt may wound, and coldness chill,
But still it lingers in my heart.
And who can tell but Heaven, at last,

May answer all my thousand prayers,
And bid the future pay the past
With joy for anguish, smiles for tears?
His Journey’s Just Begun
Don’t think of him as gone away

his journey’s just begun,
life holds so many facets
this earth is only one.
Just think of him as resting

from the sorrows and the tears
in a place of warmth and comfort
where there are no days and years.
Think how he must be wishing
that we could know today
how nothing but our sadness
can really pass away.
And think of him as living

in the hearts of those he touched…
for nothing loved is ever lost
and he was loved so much.
Peace My Heart
Peace, my heart, let the time for the parting be sweet.

Let it not be a death but completeness.
Let love melt into memory and pain into songs.
Let the flight through the sky end in the folding of the wings
over the nest.
Let the last touch of your hands be gentle like the flower of
the night.
Stand still, O Beautiful End, for a moment, and say your last
words in silence.
I bow to you and hold up my lamp to light your way.
If I Should Go
IF I Should Go Tomorrow
If I should go tomorrow
It would never be goodbye,
For I have left my heart with you,
So don’t you ever cry.
The love that’s deep within me,
Shall reach you from the stars,
You’ll feel it from the heavens,
And it will heal the scars.
Crossing the Bar
Sunset and evening star,

And one clear call for me!
And may there be no moaning of the bar,
When I put out to sea,
But such a tide as moving seems asleep,

Too full for sound and foam,
When that which drew from out the boundless deep
Turns again home.
Twilight and evening bell,

And after that the dark!
And may there be no sadness of farewell,
When I embark;
For tho’ from out our bourne of Time and Place

The flood may bear me far,
I hope to see my Pilot face to face
When I have crost the bar.

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Immortality

There Is No Night Without A Dawning

There is no night without a dawning

If I should die and leave you here a while,

If I should die before the rest of you,

I felt an angel near today, though one I could not see

I felt an angel’s loving touch, soft upon my heart

I felt an angel’s tepid tears, fall softly next to mine

I felt an angel’s silken wings enfold me with pure love

I felt an angel oh so close, though one I could not see

Farewell to thee! but not farewell

O, beautiful, and full of grace!

If I may ne’er behold again

That voice, the magic of whose tone

That laughing eye, whose sunny beam

Adieu, but let me cherish, still,

And who can tell but Heaven, at last,

His Journey’s Just Begun

Don’t think of him as gone away

Just think of him as resting

And think of him as living

Peace, my heart, let the time for the parting be sweet.

Crossing the Bar

Sunset and evening star,

But such a tide as moving seems asleep,

Twilight and evening bell,

For tho’ from out our bourne of Time and Place

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