Author Walter Savage Landor Death stands above me, whispering low I know not what into my ear: Of his strange language all I know Is, there is not a word of fear. Tags fear death Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 Average: 3 (1 vote) Rate Reviews Post review No reviews yet. Log in or register to post comments