Consumption Comments

Death is portrayed here as a liberator. But only the dead knows if they are finally free or not. And we the living suffer the most from what we miss...

Touching beautiful and sincere.

Close thy sweet eyes, calmly, and without pain; And we will trust in God to see thee yet again. William Cullen Bryant

This is a beautifully penned poem, a wonderful sonnet, describing the horrible tragic inevitability, of a slow death by incurable consumption at the time. The poem deserves a far better recognition and ranking than it has received here.

Calmly, and without pain. With the ways of nature; as death came along. Nice work.

Beautifully penned with lovely rhyme scheme. Thanks for sharing.

My mother died during a snow blizzard in 1978. This poem just completely described that part of my life....