1. English
The Term of Death

Between the falling leaf and rose-bud’s breath;
  The bird’s forsaken nest and her new song
(And this is all the time there is for Death);
  The worm and butterfly—it is not long!
Poet: Sarah Morgan Bryan Piatt
A Picture of Death

From “The Giaour”
    HE who hath bent him o’er the dead
  Ere the first day of death is fled,
  The first dark day of nothingness,
  The last of danger and distress,
  (Before Decay’s effacing fingers
  Have swept the lines where beauty lingers,)...

Poet: Lord Byron
The Death-Bed

We watched her breathing through the night,
  Her breathing soft and low,
As in her breast the wave of life
  Kept heaving to and fro.

So silently we seemed to speak,
  So slowly moved about,
As we had lent her half our powers
  To eke...

Poet: Thomas Hood
A Death-Bed

Her suffering ended with the day;
  Yet lived she at its close,
And breathed the long, long night away,
  In statue-like repose.

But when the sun, in all his state,
  Illumed the eastern skies,
She passed through glory’s morning-gate,
  ...

Poet: James Aldrich
The Death of Minnehaha

From “The Song of Hiawatha”
ALL day long roved Hiawatha
In that melancholy forest,
Through the shadows of whose thickets,
In the pleasant days of Summer,
Of that ne’er forgotten Summer.
He had brought his young wife homeward
From the land of...

Poet: Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
On the Death of Her Brother, Francis I.

From the French by Louisa Stuart Costello

’T IS done! a father, mother, gone,
  A sister, brother, torn away,
My hope is now in God alone,
  Whom heaven and earth alike obey.
Above, beneath, to him is known,—
The world’s wide compass is his own....

Poet: Marguerite de Valois
Love and Death

Alas! that men must see
    Love, before Death!
Else they content might be
    With their short breath;
Aye, glad, when the pale sun
Showed restless day was done,
And endless Rest begun.

Glad, when with strong, cool hand
    Death...

Poet: Margaret Deland
To Death

Anonymous Translation from the German

METHINKS it were no pain to die
On such an eve, when such a sky
    O’er-canopies the west;
To gaze my fill on yon calm deep,
And, like an infant, fall asleep
    On Earth, my mother’s breast.

There ’...

Poet: Anonymous
Death in Youth

From “Festus”
FOR to die young is youth’s divinest gift;
To pass from one world fresh into another,
Ere change hath lost the charm of soft regret,
And feel the immortal impulse from within
Which makes the coming life cry always, On!
And follow it...

Poet: Philip James Bailey
The Secret of Death

“she is dead!” they said to him; “come away;
Kiss her and leave her,—thy love is clay!”

They smoothed her tresses of dark brown hair;
On her forehead of stone they laid it fair;

Over her eyes that gazed too much
They drew the lids with a gentle touch...

Poet: Sir Edwin Arnold