So still to die? Forever be at rest? -- There's no unending peace, or clay that binds; But, eager, you and I, as rushing winds Shall roam the lovely world in ceaseless quest. So cold to die? -- Of coldness there is none. Forever, wrapped in Godlike, warming rays, We'll move across the eternal pregnant days -- Part of the world's resplendent, blazing sun. So sad to die? -- From out our longing breast Bird songs will rise in never-ending glee And joy the hearts of others such as we, And beautify the world. -- And this is best! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...I HAVE A GARMENT by ABRAHAM IBN EZRA PENULTIMATE PURITAN by HELEN L. BARNES A MORNING AFTER MOURNING by WILLIAM BASSE LET NO BIRD SING by VERNE TAYLOR BENEDICT SONNET: DREAM-LOVE by LOUISA SARAH BEVINGTON THE PLACE OF LOVE by S. C. BRACKETT |