Death & Dying
The Dead
From Translations
How they so softly rest,
All they the holy ones,
Unto whose dwelling-place
Now doth my soul draw near!
How they so softly rest,
All in their silent graves,
Deep to corruption
Slowly don-sinking!
And they no longer weep,
Here, where complaint is still!
And they no longer feel,
Here, where all gladness flies!
And, by the cypresses
Softly o'ershadowed
Until the Angel
Calls them, they slumber!
Codex Note
Translated by Longfellow from Ernst Stockmann, German
Cite this poem
MLA
Longfellow, Henry Wadsworth. “The Dead.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/longfellow/356/.
Chicago
Longfellow, Henry Wadsworth. “The Dead.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/longfellow/356/.
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