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My Days Among the Dead are Past by Robert Southey


"My Days Among the Dead are Past" is a poem written by Robert Southey. The poem is abotu a man who has many friends and he has lived a great life. He says that he is ready to die and has lived his life with his friends and cherished every moment of it. He says that now, when he does die, he may pass on but his name will continue to live through his peers.

This poem is written as four stanzas with six lines in each. It is rhymed as ABABCC.


My Days Among the Dead are Past

My days among the Dead are past;
Around me I behold,
Where'er these casual eyes are cast,
The mighty minds of old;
My never-failing friends are they,
With whom I converse day by day.

With them I take delight in weal,
And seek relief in woe;
And while I understand and feel
How much to them I owe,
My cheeks have often been bedew'd
With tears of thoughtful gratitude.

My thoughts are with the Dead, with them
I live in long-past years,
Their virtues love, their faults condemn,
Partake their hopes and fears,
And from their lessons seek and find
Instruction with an humble mind.

My hopes are with the Dead, anon
My place with them will be,
And I with them shall travel on
Through all Futurity;
Yet leaving here a name, I trust,
That will not perish in the dust.

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