New Zealand Verse/Memento Mori
CLVI.
Memento Mori.
Think Thou, the Night shall come—
And on thy drifting senses steal the clang
Of Time’s great gates behind thee, ere thou go
Into the shadows of the dark beyond !
Then with no terror, shalt thou slip thy hand
In the great angel Death’s—as in a friend’s—
And walk with him, barefooted, to the Dawn.
And on thy drifting senses steal the clang
Of Time’s great gates behind thee, ere thou go
Into the shadows of the dark beyond !
Then with no terror, shalt thou slip thy hand
In the great angel Death’s—as in a friend’s—
And walk with him, barefooted, to the Dawn.
Amy Fowles