As something of a modern day beatnik, I occasionally crack a book of poetry. As something of a horror fanatic, I'm always thrilled to find a poem that crosses the threshold into darker territory. The following very-brief poem by editor-poet James Adrich is probably his most famous piece, but it deserves to be reprinted here. It should be noted that this was taken from the 1897 book The Golden Treasury of American Songs and Lyrics, which can be downloaded for free by clicking HERE.
by James Aldrich
Her suffering ended with the day,
Yet lived she at its close,
And breathed the long, long night away
In statue-like repose.
But when the sun in all his state
Illumed the eastern skies,
She passed through Glory's morning gate
And walked in Paradise.