A Thought For A Lonely Death-Bed

IF God compel thee to this destiny,
To die alone, with none beside thy bed
To ruffle round with sobs thy last word said
And mark with tears the pulses ebb from thee,--
Pray then alone, ' O Christ, come tenderly !
By thy forsaken Sonship in the red
Drear wine-press,--by the wilderness out-spread,--
And the lone garden where thine agony
Fell bloody from thy brow,--by all of those
Permitted desolations, comfort mine !
No earthly friend being near me, interpose
No deathly angel 'twixt my face aud thine,
But stoop Thyself to gather my life's rose,
And smile away my mortal to Divine ! '

by Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Comments (8)

Hearts not averse to being beguiled, He wants only two leaves to be shed. he wants sun to be retarded.he wants time to move slow.
Come October and the change in season is more than visible. The morning breeze has this message splashed all around. Great poem. To quote a few lines: Make the day seem to us less brief. Retard the sun with gentle mist;
I love Robert Frost (that's why I made him keeper of the gate in my poem POETRY HEAVEN) , but this version of the poem is full of errors. Sunprincess already corrected them almost three years ago [see her comment below], yet Poem Hunter has done nothing to fix them. A travesty. Come on, Poem Hunter, fix the mistakes already!
A great poem to read as I sit by my picture window looking out on the October trees- he was such a favored poet, favored with a searching mind, a sensitive heart, and boundless literary talent
For the grapes' sake, if the were all, Whose elaves already are burnt with frost, Whose clustered fruit must else be lost— For the grapes' sake along the all. YES, THIS IS ROBERT FROST; the one and the only in the world.
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