LIFE, I am yours, and I shall ever be! Death comes to woo me, swaggering and bold, But he will find no faithfulness in me, And though he win me—yet he cannot hold! I cannot think I shall unheeding lie, And stir not at the summoning of Spring; My heart will tremble when young May goes by, My dust will burgeon to her blossoming. Though Death, who is so used to constancy, Will never dream that I can be untrue, Oh, I shall hear you calling, calling me, And find a way, Life, to come back to you! I shall go with the mounting sap that goes To be the lifeblood of some towering tree; Or, when the west wind whispers to the rose, I shall be there—it will be whispering me! No, Death will find no constancy in me— For I am yours, Life, and shall ever be! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A PORTRAIT by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING BARCLAY OF URY by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER THE SHADOWED ROAD by WILLIAM ROSE BENET ON THE WAY OF THE CROSS by AMELIA JOSEPHINE BURR COUNTRY SAYING by JOHN CLARKE (17TH CENTURY) HOBOKEN, 1825 by ROBERT STEVENSON COFFIN |