
Death offers a grieving Mortal the oblivion of the grave. The Mortal asks what follows death, and Death promises a spirit of Love for the good while refusing to unveil eternity. Torn between longing for rest and duty, with concern that a friend might grieve, the Mortal ends by asking Death to take their form.
By Percy Bysshe Shelley · Genre: Romantic Poetry, Philosophical Poetry · 558 words
DEATH: / For my dagger is bathed in the blood of the brave, / I come, care-worn tenant of life, from the grave, / Where Innocence sleeps ‘neath the peace-giving sod, / And the good cease to tremble at Tyranny's nod; / I offer a calm habitation to thee,- / Say, victim of grief, wilt thou slumber with me? / My mansion is damp, cold silence is there, / But it lulls in oblivion the fiends of despair; / Not a groan of regret, not a sigh, not a breath, / Dares dispute with grim Silence the empire of Death. / I offer a calm habitation to thee,- / Say, victim of grief, wilt thou slumber with me?
dialogue · death · romanticism · mortality · love · philosophy · verse drama
A Dialogue is listed on Textopian as a poem by Percy Bysshe Shelley, dated Date unknown.
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