It Was Not Death (For I Stood Up)

It was not Death for I stood up

And all the Dead lie down

It was not Night for all the Bells

Put out their Tongues for Noon

It was not Frost for on my Flesh

I felt Siroccos crawl

Nor Fire for just my marble feet

Could keep a Chancel, cool

And yet it tasted like them all

The Figures I have seen

Set orderly for

For Burial

And yet it tasted like them all

The Figures I have seen

Set orderly for

For Burial

And yet it tasted like them all

The Figures I have seen

Set orderly for

For Burial

And yet it tasted like them all

The Figures I have seen

Reminded me

Of mine

As if my life were shaven

And fitted to a frame

And could not breathe without a key

And 'twas like Midnight some

When everything that ticked has stopped

And space stares all around

Or Grisly frosts first Autumn morns

Repeal the Beating Ground

But most like Chaos Stopless Cool

Without a Chance or spar

Or even a Report of Land

But most like Chaos Stopless Cool

Without a Chance or spar

Or even a Report of Land

But most like Chaos Stopless Cool

Without a Chance or spar

Or even a Report of Land

But most like Chaos Stopless Cool

Without a Chance or spar

To justify

Despair