ON THE BRINK OF DEATH
by: Michelangelo Buonarroti
- OW hath
my life across a stormy sea
- Like a frail bark reached that wide port where all
- Are bidden, ere the final reckoning fall
- Of good and evil for eternity.
- Now know I well how that fond phantasy
- Which made my soul the worshiper and thrall
- Of earthly art, is vain; how criminal
- Is that which all men seek unwillingly.
- Those amorous thoughts which were so lightly dressed,
- What are they when the double death is nigh?
- The one I know for sure, the other dread.
- Painting nor sculpture now can lull to rest
- My soul that turns to His great love on high,
- Whose arms to clasp us on the cross were spread.
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This English translation of "On
the Brink of Death" was composed by John Addington Symonds