Wednesday, September 13, 2006

Dirge

Dirge




CALM on the bosom of thy God,
Fair spirit, rest thee now!
E'en while with ours thy footsteps trod,
His seal was on thy brow.

Dust, to its narrow house beneath!
Soul, to its place on high!
They that have seen thy look in death
No more may fear to die.


Felicia Dorothea Hemans


3 comments:

Epitaph said...

Shelly..I always likes Shelly
.......did you read "Ode to the West Wind"? you'd like that!!

Good choice..DoDo))

Doaa Samir said...

I do like him also ya Epitaph.. But i'm so sorry as this poem is not Shelly's..
By Felicia Dorothea Hemans

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شيماء زاهر said...

Ezayyek ya DoDo ..Kol Sana Wenti Tayyeba :)

I like the melody of the poem, though I v 2 acknowledge is difficult a little bit, mosh keda?

Salami le-3amr keteer , we-kol el-osra

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