Death. Poem by Robert Crawford

Death.

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The natural death we each night undergo
Should teach us that our passing's but a sleep,
Which we beyond the body's shadow may,
Even as a garment of the day we doff,
Put off for ever, being then no more
Nor less, indeed, than we have been before.

Wednesday, April 21, 2010
Topic(s) of this poem: sleep
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