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Higginson and Bigelow, comps. American Sonnets. 1891.

Beside the Dead

Ina Donna Coolbrith (1841–1928)

WITH hands that folded are from every task,

It must be sweet, O thou, my dead, to lie

Sealed with the seal of the great mystery—

The lips that nothing answer, nothing ask;

The life-long struggle ended; ended quite

The weariness of patience, and of pain;

And the eyes closed to open not again

On desolate dawn or dreariness of night.

It must be sweet to slumber and forget;

To have the poor tired heart so still at last:

Done with all yearning, done with all regret,

Doubt, fear, hope, sorrow, all forever past:

Past all the hours, or slow of wing or fleet—

It must be sweet, it must be very sweet!