And Death Shall Have No Dominion

And death shall have no dominion.

  Dead man naked they shall be one

With the man in the wind and the west moon;

  When their bones are picked clean and the clean bones gone,

They shall have stars at elbow and foot;

  Though they go mad they shall be sane,

Though they sink through the sea they shall rise again;

  Though lovers be lost love shall not;

And death shall have no dominion.

And death shall have no dominion.

  Under the windings of the sea

They lying long shall not die windily;

  Twisting on racks when sinews give way,

Strapped to a wheel, yet they shall not break;

  Faith in their hands shall snap in two,

And the unicorn evils run them through;

  Split all ends up they shan’t crack;

And death shall have no dominion.

And death shall have no dominion.

  No more may gulls cry at their ears

Or waves break loud on the seashores;

  Where blew a flower may a flower no more

Lift its head to the blows of the rain;

  Though they be mad and dead as nails,

Heads of the characters hammer through daisies;

  Break in the sun till the sun breaks down,

And death shall have no dominion.

~ Dylan Thomas