DEATH

In homage to the undying John Keats, I present my setting of his poem, Death.

DEATH, Copyrightę1990 DamonMusic by Sean Damon Rohde. All rights reserved

Words by John Keats Can death be sleep, when life is but a dream, And scenes of bliss pass as a phantom by? The transient pleasures as a vision seem, And yet we think the greatest pain's to die. How strange it is that man on earth should roam, And lead a life of woe, but not forsake His rugged path; nor dare he view alone His future doom which is but to awake.

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