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OUR DEATH IS BUT A SLEEP AND A REMEMBERING

Poetry By: caaron
Poetry



A metaphoric description and definition of both life and death as it relates to our beginning of life on earth and the end of life when we pass away.


Submitted:Oct 23, 2013    Reads: 45    Comments: 1    Likes: 1   


OUR DEATH IS BUT A SLEEP AND A REMEMBERING

Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting:

The Soul that rises with us, our life's Star,

Hath had elsewhere its setting,

And cometh from afar:

Not in entire forgetfulness,

And not in utter nakedness,

But trailing clouds of glory do we come

From God, who is our home:

Our death is but a sleep and a remembering:

The soul that rises with us, our life's Star

Doth have elsewhere its habitation

And goeth there directly

Not devoid of recollection

Nor bereft of robes and garments

But fully clothed in glory do we go

To our Parents, our Eternal Home

January 14, 2013 William Wordsworth, C. Aaron





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