| Arthur Quiller-Couch, ed. 1919. The Oxford Book of English Verse: 1250–1900. |
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| Thomas Hood. 1798–1845 |
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| 649. Death |
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| IT is not death, that sometime in a sigh | |
| This eloquent breath shall take its speechless flight; | |
| That sometime these bright stars, that now reply | |
| In sunlight to the sun, shall set in night; | |
| That this warm conscious flesh shall perish quite, | 5 |
| And all life's ruddy springs forget to flow; | |
| That thoughts shall cease, and the immortal sprite | |
| Be lapp'd in alien clay and laid below; | |
| It is not death to know this—but to know | |
| That pious thoughts, which visit at new graves | 10 |
| In tender pilgrimage, will cease to go | |
| So duly and so oft—and when grass waves | |
| Over the pass'd-away, there may be then | |
| No resurrection in the minds of men. | |
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