MY days among the Dead are past;
Around me I behold,
Where'er these casual eyes are cast,
The mighty minds of old:
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His delight is with the dead, his thoughts are with the dead, and his hopes are with the dead. I've never thought books were dead though I suppose their authors could be considered so. Yet they live as long as we read their words and thoughts and deeds, don't you think?
i've read this poem during my school days and the last two lines of the first verse have always left an idelible mark on my mind whenever i'm in a library. How well the poet has expressed his sentiments is what i really appreciate very much. i didn't remember neither the author's name nor all the verses. it's only with the 2 lines that i remembered so well all these years that i was able to track them through your website. Thank you so much indeed!
Past enters the Present which leads to Future.Really, a nice poem worth emulating in life.