Oh Death

Oh death - - - - - - - Haste not waste not To thee I say not Thou art born mighty Think and act absolute Liberty thy wine Sips day and night And who shall stop thy hostility? With thy birth Cometh thou parents'death Hence spoilt child Moulded with insensibility Walk and stare like a stranger Behave injudicious and callous And on whom shall fall thy ire Is unforeseeable and vagarious The sun was yet to shine When sunset thou sent Little angel had no fault Yet roses with tears looked wet When saw her in dreamless sleep slept I have heard That wearied ones rest But a calm and happy flower Blooming fresh and fair Snatched away by thy power Sudden and unceremonious Like the cruel frost After chilling the air Charmed her unto the land Fairy, unfair and afar Oh thou art haste not And waste not life so dear………