And when I come to the dim trail-end, I who have been Life's rover, This is all I would ask, my friend, Over and over and over: A little space on a stony hill With never another near me, Sky o' the North that's vast and still, With a single star to cheer me; Star that gleams on a moss-grey stone Graven by those who love me -- There would I lie alone, alone, With a single pine above me; Pine that the north wind whinnys through -- Oh, I have been Life's lover! But there I'd lie and listen to Eternity passing over. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE CITY AT THE END OF THINGS by ARCHIBALD LAMPMAN THE HOUSE OF LIFE: 78. BODY'S BEAUTY by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI TO A LOCOMOTIVE IN WINTER by WALT WHITMAN THE OLD BRIDGE by AUGUSTE ANGELLIER TO A. E. HOUSMAN by MARGARET ASH |