In worlds, to us poor earthlings, known
By thee, kind Death,—by death alone.
XIV.
But not to me came death so bright,
For I had lov’d the world’s delight;
And oh to leave what only charm’d me,
To go with Death—that had disarm’d me,
And dragg’d me, loth to part, and fain
To struggle back to bonds again;
’Twas very hard—’twas very dread!