It Was Not Death Lyrics

It was not Death, for I stood up
And all the Dead, lie down
It was not Night, for all the Bells
Put out their Tongues, for Noon

It was not Frost, for on my Flesh
I felt Siroccos - crawl
Nor Fire - for just my marble feet
Could keep a Chancel, cool

And yet, it tasted, like them all
The Figures I have seen
Set orderly, for Burial
Reminded me, of mine

As if my life were shaven
And fitted to a frame
And could not breathe without a key
And 'twas like Midnight, some

When everything that ticked - has stopped
And space stares - all around
Or Grisly frosts - first Autumn morns
Repeal the Beating Ground

But most, like Chaos - Stopless - cool
Without a Chance or spar
Or even a Report of Land
To justify - Despair