Farewell, Life! My senses swim,
And the world is growing dim;
Thronging shadows cloud the light,
Like the advent of the night —
Colder, colder, colder still,
Upward steals a vapor chill —
Strong the earthy odor grows —
I smell the mould above the rose!
Welcome, Life! the Spirit strives!
Strength returns, and hope revives;
Cloudy fears and shapes forlorn
Fly like shadows at the morn —
O’er the earth there comes a bloom —
Sunny light for sullen gloom,
Warm perfume for vapor cold —
smell the rose above the mould!
† Hood’s last verses. They appeared in his Magazine in February 1845, and were thus probably composed during the previous month. In the original collection of Hood’s serious poems, published after his death, they were wrongly assigned to the April of this year. Hood died on the third of May.
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