Death & Dying
Up in the Zenith
Translated by William N. Loew (1912) · From Cypress Leaves from the Grave of Dear Ethel
Death & Dying
Up in the zenith of the sky
A beauteous star shines bright,
No other star up in the high
Spreads such a lustrous light-
"'Tis Ethel's star" — a voice doth say
Methinks — "whose rays you view,
Your earthly life then cast away,
Arise! she waits for you!"
With glad rejoicing I would rise
To blessings unalloyed,
Not worthy I of Paradise,
My faith has been destroyed.
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Petőfi, Sándor. “Up in the Zenith.” Translated by William N. Loew. Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/petofi/7/.
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Petőfi, Sándor. “Up in the Zenith.” Translated by William N. Loew. Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/petofi/7/.
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