Though I am all for warmth and light, For my full share of Earth's delight, How often must I stand perplexed! Knowing that Death has little care Who answers to his call, or where – When his cold voice comes crying, 'Next!' If Joy should falter any day, Have no unkindly thoughts, and say – 'How hard and strained is this man's note!' But rather think Death sometimes comes For early practise here, and hums His hard, dry rattle in my throat. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...NEW YEAR'S EVE by DAVID IGNATOW A VALENTINE TO SHERWOOD ANDERSON by GERTRUDE STEIN THE AIM WAS SONG by ROBERT FROST |