Horrible Death

IV. Safe in Their Alabaster Chambers

IV.

Safe in their alabaster chambers,
Untouched by morning and untouched by noon,
Sleep the meek members of the resurrection,
But I’ll dig them up real soon.

Light laughs the breeze in her castle of sunshine;
Babbles the bee in a stolid ear;
Pipe the sweet birds in ignorant cadence,—
All things that they’ll again hear!

Grand go the years in the crescent above them;
Worlds scoop their arcs, and firmaments row,
Diadems drop and Doges surrender—
I’m not sure they’ll like it, though.

 

The actual. Various interpretations.

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