William Ernest Henley on Halloween
1849–1903 England
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From the winter's gray despair,
From the summer’s golden languor,
Death, the lover of Life,
Frees us for ever.
A Book of Verses (1888)
'Life is worth Living
Through every grain of it,
From the foundations
To the last edge
Of the cornerstone, death.'
Poems (1898)
Who says that we shall pass, or the fame of us fade and die,
While the living stars fulfil their round in the living sky?
Poems (1898)
Dear, was it really you and I?
In truth the riddle's ill to read,
So many are the deaths we die
Before we can be dead indeed.
Poems (1898)
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds and shall find me unafraid.
Invictus (1875)
What is Death
But Life in act? How should the Unteeming Grave
Be victor over thee,
Mother, a mother of men?
Life — give me life until the end,
That at the very top of being,
The battle-spirit shouting in my blood,
Out of the reddest hell of the fight
I may be snatched and flung
Into the everlasting lull,
The immortal, incommunicable dream.
Poems (1898)