Author Philip Freneau What is this Death, ye deep read sophists, say? ā Death is no more than one unceasing change; New forms arise, while other forms decay, Yet all is Life throughout creation's range. 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