ME, me, and none but me, dart home, O gentle death, And quickly, for I draw too long this idle breath: O how I long till I may fly to Heaven above, Unto my faithful and beloved turtle dove. Like to the silver swan, before my death I sing: And yet alive, my fatal knell I help to ring. Still I desire from earth and earthly joys to fly, He never happy lived that cannot love to die. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THAT SUCH HAVE DIED by EMILY DICKINSON SPEAKIN' O' CHRISTMAS by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR THE MOTHER WATCH by EDGAR ALBERT GUEST SONNETS TO LAURA IN LIFE: 109 by PETRARCH PARRHASIUS by NATHANIEL PARKER WILLIS |