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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
BEFORE HE SEEKS A FAIRER ONE, by CULLY DRAKE KIRKHAM
First Line: Oh, death spare me, who loves the sun
Last Line: Before he flees my touch some winter night!
Subject(s): Death; Dead, The
First Line: Oh, death spare me, who loves the sun
Last Line: Before he flees my touch some winter night!
Subject(s): Death; Dead, The
Oh, Death, spare me, who loves the sun,
That barren hour
When failing youth would turn my feet
A dusty way
To yellowed flower!
Oh, better the tomb would gather my singing heart
With spring's first bloom
Than I should suffer the slow, old years
To nag my brain with sorrows
Of autumn's dull afternoon!
This rose is fair and sweet
I take from April's arm,
But, if I hold it long,
Time and a narrow heel
Will rob it of its charm.
Today my lover said:
"Your hands are soft, and warm, and white -- "
This hour he seeks no other one --
Oh, let him bury me
Before he flees my touch some winter night!
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