| Edmund Clarence Stedman, ed. (1833–1908). A Victorian Anthology, 1837–1895. 1895. |
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| No Death |
| | | Philip Bourke Marston (1850–87) |
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| I SAW in dreams a mighty multitude,— | |
| Gather’d, they seem’d, from North, South, East, and West, | |
| And in their looks such horror was exprest | |
| As must forever words of mine elude. | |
| As if transfix’d by grief, some silent stood, | 5 |
| While others wildly smote upon the breast, | |
| And cried out fearfully, “No rest, no rest!” | |
| Some fled, as if by shapes unseen pursued. | |
| Some laugh’d insanely. Others, shrieking, said: | |
| “To think but yesterday we might have died; | 10 |
| For then God had not thundered, ‘Death is dead!’” | |
| They gash’d themselves till they with blood were red. | |
| “Answer, O God; take back this curse!” they cried, | |
| But “Death is dead,” was all the voice replied. | |
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