Soul. <br /> <br />'TIS a sad Land, that in one day <br />Hath dull'd thee thus ; when death shall freeze <br />Thy blood to ice, and thou must stay <br />Tenant for years, and centuries ; <br />How wilt thou brook't ? <br /> <br /> <br />Body. <br /> <br />I cannot tell ; <br />But if all sense wings not with thee, <br />And something still be left the dead, <br />I'll wish my curtains off, to free <br />Me from so dark and sad a bed : <br /> <br />A nest of nights, a gloomy sphere, <br />Where shadows thicken, and the cloud <br />Sits on the sun's brow all the year, <br />And nothing moves without a shroud. <br /> <br /> <br />Soul. <br /> <br />'Tis so : but as thou saw'st that night <br />We travail'd in, our first attempts <br />Were dull and blind, but custom straight <br />Our fears and falls brought to contempt : <br /> <br />Then, when the ghastly twelve was past, <br />We breath'd still for a blushing East, <br />And bade the lazy sun make haste, <br />And on sure hopes, though long, did feast. <br /> <br />But when we saw the clouds to crack, <br />And in those crannies light appear'd, <br />We thought the day then was not slack, <br />And pleas'd ourselves with what we fear'd. <br /> <br />Just so it is in death. But thou <br />Shalt in thy mother's bosom sleep, <br />Whilst I each minute groan to know <br />How near Redemption creeps. <br /> <br />Then shall wee meet to mix again, and met, <br />'Tis last good-night ; our Sun shall never set. <br /> <br />JOB, CAP. IO. VER. 21, 22. <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />Before I go whence I shall not return, even to the <br />land of darkness, and the shadow of death ; <br />A Land of darkness, as darkness itself, and of the <br />shadow of death, without any order, and where the <br />light is as darkness.<br /><br />Henry Vaughan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/death-a-dialogue/
