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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
I AM TIRED OF ALL THE YEARS CAN GIVE, by FREDERICK WILLIAM HENRY MYERS Poet's Biography
Last Line: My life is all but death
Alternate Author Name(s): Myers, Frederic
Subject(s): Death; Weariness; Transcience
Last Line: My life is all but death
Alternate Author Name(s): Myers, Frederic
Subject(s): Death; Weariness; Transcience
I am tired of all the years can give,
I am weary of all these things;
Tho' men should ask, I would not live
The life of seers or kings.
I care no more to learn or teach,
I love no more my breath,
And all but silence is my speech,
My life is all but death
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