human
So; swing open door, and shade Take me; I am not afraid, For the time will not be long; Soon I shall have waxen strong-- Strong enough my own to win From the grave it lies within. And I entered. On her bier Quiet lay the buried year; I sat down where I could see Life without and sunshine free, Death within. And I between, Waited my own heart to wean From the shroud that shaded her In the rock-hewn sepulchre-- Waited till the dead should say,
gpt
Heart, be free of me this day
human
I will share in thy tomb. 'All the kings of the nations lie in glory;' Cased in cedar, and shut in a sacred gloom! They reigned in their lifetime with sceptre and diadem, But thou excellest them; For life doth make thy grave her oratory, And the crown is still on thy brow; 'All the kings of the nations lie in glory,' And so dost thou.