CAN I then live to draw that breath Which must bid farewell to thee? Yet how should death not seize on me? Since absence from the life I hold so dear must needs be death, While I do feel in parting Such a living dying, As in this my most fatal hour Grief such a life doth lend, As, quick'ned by his power, Even death cannot end. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AN ESSAY ON CRITICISM by ALEXANDER POPE TWO OF A KIND by WALTER TALLMADGE ARNDT |