Cast thy cloak and show thee me!
Aye, show thee me!
Ah, thou art the gift o’ Him!
The Key to There! The Love o’ Earth!
Aye, and Hate hath made o’ man
To know thee not—
Thou! Thou! O Death!
She finds Death terrible from the human point of view, and reveals him at the end as “the gift of Him, the Key to There!”
One of her constant objects seems to be to rob death of its terrors, and to bring the “There” into closer and more intimate connection with us. Here is another effort:
Spring’s morn afulled o’ merry-song,