I have been witness to a thousand births And made acquaintance with the one called death, I have seen beauty unvanquished by his touch And heard in many rooms at the final hour The cosmic silence when the soul departs. Each day I die to all things old and worn To wake to joy that beckons me come forth And live in rapture letting go the past.
Poems Undated (1727)
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