# Seven Sonnets on the Thought of Death

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## I

That children in their loveliness should die Before the dawning beauty, which we know Cannot remain, has yet begun to go; That when a certain period has passed by, People of genius and of faculty, Leaving behind them some result to show, Having performed some function, should forego The task which younger hands can better ply, Appears entirely natural. But that one Whose perfectness did not at all consist In things towards forming which time can have done Anything, whose sole office was to exist, Should suddenly dissolve and cease to be Is the extreme of all perplexity.

## II

That there are better things within the womb Of Nature than to our unworthy view She grants for a possession, may be true: The cycle of the birthplace and the tomb Fulfils at least the order and the doom Of earth, that has not ordinance to do More than to withdraw and to renew, To show one moment and the next resume: The law that we return from whence we came, May for the flowers, beasts, and most men remain; If for ourselves, we ask not nor complain: But for a being that demands the name We highest deem, a Person and a Soul, It troubles us that this should be the whole.

## III

To see the rich autumnal tint depart, And view the fading of the roseate glow That veils some Alpine altitude of snow, To hear of some great masterpiece of art Lost or destroyed, may to the adult heart Impatient of the transitory show Of lovelinesses that but come and go, A positive strange thankfulness impart. When human pure perfections disappear, Not at the first, but at some later day, The buoyancy of such reaction may With strong assurance conquer blank dismay.

## IV

But whether in the uncoloured light of truth, This inward strong assurance be, indeed, More than the self-willed arbitrary creed, Manhood’s inheritor to the dream of youth; Whether to shut out fact because forsooth To live were insupportable unfreed, Be not or be the service of untruth: Whether this vital confidence be more Than his, who upon death’s immediate brink, Knowing, perforce determines to ignore; Or than the bird’s, that when the hunter’s near, Burying her eyesight, can forget her fear; Who about this shall tell us what to think?

## V

If it is thou whose casual hand withdraws What it at first as casually did make, Say what amount of ages it will take With tardy rare concurrences of laws, And subtle multiplicities of cause, The thing they once had made us to remake; May hopes dead slumbering dare to reawake, E’en after utmost interval of pause, What revolutions must have passed, before The great celestial cycles shall restore The starry sign whose present hour is gone; What worse than dubious chances interpose, With cloud and sunny gleam to recompose The skiey picture we had gazed upon.

## VI

But if as not by that the soul desired Swayed in the judgment, wisest men have thought, And furnishing the evidence it sought, Man’s heart hath ever fervently required, And story, for that reason deemed inspired, To every clime, in every age, hath taught; If in this human complex there be aught Not lost in death, as not in birth acquired, O then, though cold the lips that did convey Rich freights of meaning, dead each living sphere. Where thought abode, and fancy loved to play, Thou yet, we think, somewhere somehow still art, And satisfied with that the patient heart The where and how doth not desire to hear.

## VII

Shall I decide it by a random shot? Our happy hopes, so happy and so good, Are not mere idle motions of the blood; And when they seem most baseless, most are not. A seed there must have been upon the spot Where the flowers grow, without it ne’er they could; The confidence of growth least understood Of some deep intuition was begot. What if despair and hope alike be true? The heart, ’tis manifest, is free to do Whichever Nature and itself suggest, And always ’tis a fact that we are here, And with being here, doth palsy-giving fear (Whoe’er can ask or hope) accord the best?
This work was published before January 1, 1929, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.
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