Is it not sweet to die?

Thomas Lovell Beddoes, Death Sweet (publ. 1851)

Is it not sweet to die? for, what is death,
But sighing that we ne’er may sigh again,
Getting at length beyond our tedious selves;
But trampling the last tear from poisonous sorrow,
Spilling our woes, crushing our frozen hopes,
And passing like an incense out of man?
Then, if the body felt, what were its sense,
Turning to daisies gently in the grave,
If not the soul’s most delicate delight
When it does filtrate, through the pores of thought,
In love and the enamelled flowers of song?


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