I WISH we could live as the flowers live, To breathe and to bloom in the summer and sun; To slumber and sway in the heart of the night, And to die when our glory had done. I wish we could love as the bees love, To rest or to roam without sorrow or sigh; With laughter, when, after the wooer had won, Love flew with a whispered goodbye. I wish we could die as the birds die, To fly and to fall when our beauty was best: No trammels of time on the years of our face; And to leave but an empty nest. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TOWARD THE GULF; DEDICATED TO THEODORE ROOSEVELT by EDGAR LEE MASTERS TYRANNICK [TYRANNIC] LOVE: PROLOGUE by JOHN DRYDEN WHEN DEY 'LISTED COLORED SOLDIERS by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR SUMMER IN ENGLAND, 1914 by ALICE MEYNELL A BURIAL-PLACE by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM |