Oh, Man, I think I know just why it is you sigh -- It is to be as beautiful and soft and brown as I. Knowing that when I'm dead, my warm and cuddly skin Will be tucked tenderly beneath a dimpled chin, Will be so gently fingered and adored . . . Death will, to me, much happiness afford. There be far better things than a smooth, round bosom? Then you, my doubting friend, are free to choose'em; And I'll always have this soothing thought to bless, That many a brave and daring man has died for less! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE PITY OF IT by THOMAS HARDY THE COLISEUM by EDGAR ALLAN POE NUPTIAL SLEEP by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI BIRDS by NESTA HIGGINSON SKRINE ANDRE'S LAST REQUEST [OR, REQUEST TO WASHINGTON] [OCTOBER 1, 1780] by NATHANIEL PARKER WILLIS |