By heaven and hell, and all the fools between them,
I will not die, nor sleep, nor wink my eyes,
But think myself into a god; old Death
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This is beautiful poem. I think the poet has written this when he came to know that he was going to die. Very nice.
Looking at the dates above,1803-1818, he was only in his 15th year when he died? ? Wow there's a troubled youth! But there's something about this poem... But think myself into a god; old Death Shall dream he has slain me... wish I'd come up with that.
I'll dethrone The empty skeleton, and be thy death, A death of grinding madness. - Fear me now; I am a devil, not a human soul - .. touching depiction of devil's soul. Nice diction. Congratulation to his soul.
Image of evil lighthouse worker springs up. Chilling to think on his inspiration.
All the fools between them! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.