DEATH?
Reading edition
O the racing sea! “What is death?” he cried. “It goes and comes like me,” Answered the throbbing tide. O the mysterious night! “What is death?” he asked; And a voice in the dark spoke: “’Tis life unmasked.” “Is death like thee?” O the fallen snow! “Yea, cold and still like me,” Breathed the whitened floe. Then, O, of the earth He did solution crave; And the earth answered: “It is the grave.” “Death, art thou sleep?” he cried, O the voice of Death afar: “Yea, I am sleep,” replied, “Yet love shall my gate unbar.”
