On Death.
By John Clare
O life, thy name to me's a galling sound, A sound I fain would wish to breathe no more; One only peace for me my hopes have found, When thy existence and wild race is o'er; When Death, with one, heals every other wound, And lays my aching head in the cold ground. O happy hour! I only wish to have Another moment's gasp, and then the grave. I only wish for one departing sigh, A welcome farewel take of all, and die. Thou'st given me little, world, for thanks' return, Thou tempst me little with thee still to 'bide: One only cause in leaving thee I mourn,-- That I had e'er been born, nor in the cradle died.
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