Author Amos Bronson Alcott O death! thou utterest deeper speech,A tenderer, truer tone,Than all our languages can reach,Though all were voiced in one.Thy glance is deep, and, far beyondAll that our eyes do see,Assures to fairest hopes and fondTheir immortality. Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 Average: 5 (2 votes) Rate Log in or register to post comments