Author Robert Crawford The natural death we each night undergo Should teach us that our passing's but a sleep, Which we beyond the body's shadow may, Even as a garment of the day we doff, Put off for ever, being then no more Nor less, indeed, than we have been before. Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments