After Life

David Park Barnitz

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.

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