Whispers of Immortality

[Intro] [Verse] Webster was much possessed by death And saw the skull beneath the skin; And breastless creatures under ground Leaned backward with a lipless grin. [Verse] Daffodil bulbs instead of balls Stared from the sockets of the eyes! He knew that thought clings round dead limbs Tightening its lusts and luxuries. [drop] [Verse] Donne, I suppose, was such another Who found no substitute for sense, To seize and clutch and penetrate; Expert beyond experience, [Verse] He knew the anguish of the marrow The ague of the skeleton; No contact possible to flesh Allayed the fever of the bone. [outro] [end]