The Defiant Soul

a Poem

The Soul Exploring the Recesses of the Grave, by William Blake.

You who would come to mark my grave:
Come! bearing heavy stones,
With chisel, come! With letters pave
The spot my spirit groans.

But as your mind unquiet shifts
And cannot long be still,
So, too, my soul pulls, breaks and lifts,
And forth from dust would spill.

No stone, nor words, nor iron cross
Has power enough to prove
Death's mastery. He mourns his loss,
While I live on in Love.

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