When I am dying, let me know That I loved the blowing snow Although it stung like whips; That I loved all lovely things And I tried to take their stings With gay unembittered lips; That I loved with all my strength, To my soul's full depth and length, Careless if my heart must break, That I sang as children sing Fitting tunes to everything, Loving life for its own sake. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ELAINE by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY IN MEMORIAM A.H.H.: 1 by ALFRED TENNYSON ODE 13. ON THE CHARMS OF PEACE by BACCHYLIDES SONNET: 8 by RICHARD BARNFIELD ROMANCE OF BRUNETTES AND BLONDES by JACQUES BARON |