Last Songs from Vagabondia

by Bliss Carman and Richard Hovey


 

"AT LAST, O DEATH!"


 

AT last, O death!
Not with the sick-room fever and weary heart
And slow subsidence of diminished breath—
But strong and free
With the great tumult of the living sea.
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Behold, I have loved.
And though I wept for the long sundering,
I did not fear thee, Death, nor then nor now.
I girded up my loins and sought my kind,
And did a man’s work in a world of men,
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And looked upon my work and called it good.
Now come, then, in the shape I love the best.
In the salt, sturdy wrestling of the sea,
I give thee welcome.