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The Death-Bed

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He drowsed and was aware of silence heaped
Round him, unshaken as the steadfast walls;
Aqueous like floating rays of amber light,
Soaring and quivering in the wings of sleep.
Silence and safety; and his mortal shore
Lipped by the inward, moonless waves of death.

Someone was holding water to his mouth.
He swallowed, unresisting; moaned and dropped
Through crimson gloom to darkness; and forgot

The opiate throb and ache that was his wound.
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James 25 February 2018

i love this poem and m doing a school essay on this! ! !

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Andrew Rose 12 October 2008

Im amazed no one comments on these classics. Ive done a devised piece from not about heroes which is about seigfried and wilfred. Its... well its amazing and although the poems a filled with such pity and scorn. there is beauty in death and i find the poems very inspiring

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