WHISPERS of heavenly death, murmur'd I hear; <br /> Labial gossip of night--sibilant chorals; <br /> Footsteps gently ascending--mystical breezes, wafted soft and low; <br /> Ripples of unseen rivers--tides of a current, flowing, forever <br /> flowing; <br /> (Or is it the plashing of tears? the measureless waters of human <br /> tears?) <br /> <br /> I see, just see, skyward, great cloud-masses; <br /> Mournfully, slowly they roll, silently swelling and mixing; <br /> With, at times, a half-dimm'd, sadden'd, far-off star, <br /> Appearing and disappearing. <br /> <br /> (Some parturition, rather--some solemn, immortal birth: 10 <br /> On the frontiers, to eyes impenetrable, <br /> Some Soul is passing over.)<br /><br />Walt Whitman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/whispers-of-heavenly-death/
