Found Poem

To Conquer Death

What feeling do we ever find

To equal among human kind?

Five years have past

With the length of five long winters

When the Frost was specter-gray.

Shadows of the world appear

And by the moon the reaper

Shook his head.

As weary winter is comin’ fast

The world is as it used to be.

Every spirit upon earth

Seemed fervorless as I.

If only might I of Jove’s nectar sup.

I once heard a wise man say:

Death be not proud, though some have called thee

Mighty and dreadful for thou art not so.

"Look on my works and despair;

Nothing beside remains."

Like the night of cloudless climes and starry skies:

The best of dark and bright.

When the stars threw down their spears

And watered heaven with their tears,

I stand up no more.

Early though the laurel grows

It withers quicker than the rose

And there it rests in a soft peace.

Sources

“Ah, Are You Digging On My Grave?”
“Ah, Are You Digging On My Grave?”
“Lines Composed A Few Miles Above Tintern Abbey”
“Lines Composed A Few Miles Above Tintern Abbey”
“The Darkling Thrush”
“The Lady of Shallot”
“The Lady of Shallot”
“Channel Firing”

“To a Mouse”
“Channel Firing”
“The Darkling Thrush”
“The Darkling Thrush”
“Song: To Celia”

“When I was One-and-Twenty”
“Death be not Proud”
“Death be not Proud”
“Ozymandias”
“Ozymandias”
“She Walks in Beauty”
“She Walks in Beauty”

“The Tyger”
“The Tyger”
“Is My Team Ploughing”
“To An Athlete Dying Young”
“To An Athlete Dying Young”
“On My First Son”