Beauty lives on and on..

[solara]

John Donne

Death Be Not Proud

Poem lyrics of Death Be not Proud by John Donne


Death be not proud, though some have called thee
Mighty and dreadful, for, thou art not soe,
For, those, whom thou think'st, thou dost overthrow,
Die not, poore death, nor yet canst thou kill mee.
From rest and sleepe, which but thy pictures bee,
Much pleasure, then from thee, much more must flow,
And soonest our best men with thee doe goe,
Rest of their bones, and soules deliverie.
Thou art slave to Fate, Chance, kings and desperate men,
And dost with poyson, warre, and sickness dwell,
And poppie, or charmes can make us sleepe as well,
And better then thy stroake; why swell'st thou then?
One short sleepe past, wee wake eternally,
And death shall be no more; death, thou shalt die.

[solara]

This poem is dear to me. It basically says death is only a pause like the breath you take when your at a comma in a sentence, then we move on to wake eternally in the next world.


All is well


Solara

[CAPTAINZING2000]

All Is Well.


As It Was Meant To Be

[solara]

Thank you Captain, you are wise and kind.