Whispers of Heavenly Death


WHISPERS of heavenly death, murmur’d I hear;
Labial gossip of night-sibilant chorals;
Footsteps gently ascending-mystical breezes, wafted soft and low;
Ripples of unseen rivers-tides of a current, flowing, forever flowing;
(Or is it the plashing of tears? the measureless waters of human tears?)

I see, just see, skyward, great cloud-masses;
Mournfully, slowly they roll, silently swelling and mixing;
With, at times, a half-dimm’d, sadden’d, far-off star,
Appearing and disappearing.

(Some parturition, rather-some solemn, immortal birth:
On the frontiers, to eyes impenetrable,
Some Soul is passing over.)


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Whispers of Heavenly Death