Explore "After-Life" by David Park Barnitz on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
I leave the sound, the sorrow, and the strife;
Long long ago I lived within the hopeless world of life;
Now on my heart forever stilled from strife Slow falls the snow.
My heart is still at last, mine eyes no more Their lids unclose;
I lie low in the house without a door;
While I forever sleep, my spirit sore Grows in a rose.