Poemas a la muerte

Poemas a la muerte

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1718

Drowning is not so pitiful

As the attempt to rise.

Three times, ‘tis said, a sinking man

Comes up to face the skies,

And then declines forever

To that abhorred abode,

Where hope and he part company —

For he is grasped of God.

The Maker’s cordial visage,

However good to see,

Is shunned, we must admit it,

Like an adversity.

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