Death

Death by Edith Nesbit (1914)

The poem is a lament for the death of a child, mourning the loss of innocence and the pain of the mother who bore her. The speaker describes the child's peaceful sleep, untouched by the pain of life, and the mother's grief in holding her close even in death. The poem expresses the longing for a glorious afterlife where the child will be reunited with her mother, but meanwhile, the harsh reality of death and burial is acknowledged.

By Edith Nesbit · First published 1914 · Genre: Horror, Gothic Fiction, Mystery · 300 words

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NEVER again: No child shall stir the inmost heart of her And teach her heaven by that first faint stir; No little lips shall lie against her breast Save the cold lips that now lie there at rest; No little voice shall rouse her from her sleep And bid her wake to pain: Her sleep is calm and deep, Call not! refrain.

Close in her arm As though even death drew back before the face Of Motherhood in this white stilly place, The gathered bud lies waxen white and cold, As ever a flower your winter gardens hold.

She bore the pain, she never wore the crown, She worked the bitter charm, But all she won thereby is here laid down Renounced -- for good or harm.

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Death · Mortality · Afterlife · Fantasy · Short Story · Philosophical · Psychological · Spiritual · Supernatural · Fiction · Literary · Classic

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