‘My days among the Dead are passed

…from the quills of dead white poets


Robert Southey (1774 – 1843)


My days among the dead are passed;

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, heir 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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