English poem
After-Life
by David Park Barnitz (1878–1901)
I leave the sound, the sorrow, and the strife; Long long ago I lived within the hopeless world of life; Now on my heart forever stilled from strife Slow falls the snow.
My heart is still at last, mine eyes no more Their lids unclose; I lie low in the house without a door; While I forever sleep, my spirit sore Grows in a rose.