I seek among the living & I seek Among the dead for some to love; but few I find at last & these have quite run through Their store of love & friendship is too weak And cold for me; yet will I never speak Telling my heart want to cold listeners who Will wonder smiling; I can bear & do No tears shall sully my unfurrowed cheek So when my dust shall mix with other dust When I shall have found quiet in decay And lie at ease & cease to be & rot Those whom I love thinking of me shall not Grieve with a measure, saying: Now we must Weep for a little ere we go & play. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO PRIMROSES FILLED WITH MORNING DEW by ROBERT HERRICK VALENTINES TO MY MOTHER: 1878 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI MASQUE AT THE MARRIAGE OF THE EARL OF SOMERSET: ETERNITY SINGS ALONE by THOMAS CAMPION HEART OF MY HEART by MADISON JULIUS CAWEIN THE PASSING OF SPAIN FROM THE WESTERN HEMISPHERE by SAMUEL VALENTINE COLE ODE TO APOLLO; ON AN INK-GLASS ALMOST DRIED IN THE SUN by WILLIAM COWPER |