Poems (Davidson)/Death

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4596751Poems — DeathLucretia Maria Davidson
DEATH.
The destroyer cometh; his footstep is light,
He marketh the threshold of sorrow at night;
He steals like a thief o'er the fond one's repose,
And chills the warm tide from the heart as it flows.

His throne is the tomb, and a pestilent breath
Walks forth on the night-wind, the herald of death;
His couch is the bier, and the dark weeds of woe
Are the curtains which shroud joy's deadliest foe.