Poems (Coates 1916)/Volume II/Nothing That Can Die

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Poems, Volume II by Florence Earle Coates Nothing That Can Die

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NOTHING THAT CAN DIE

NOTHING that we deem can die  Has any thought of death: The mortal thing, without a sigh— Without reproachful plaint or cry—  Yields scarcely conscious breath; The coming sleep to it the same As that from which it all-unknowing came. But spirit cannot so resign  A hope that o'er the depths of sorrow Like to a star remains: a sign That strengthens, by its beam divine,  To-day with promise of To-morrow! Nay; longing, vital, and foreseeing, Itself becomes a pledge of deathless being.