Dear Lord, I must not leave this earth In spring, when hyacinths come to birth And winds are heavenly sweet! And, oh, in summer ruby cherries, Amber plums and garnet berries Provide a nectared treat. Then autumn's tranquil, turquoise sky, Deep coral leaves, pirouetting by, Wind symphonies in the field -- A winter roof's icicled frieze, Frost's lacy ferns, and tinseled trees Make life so hard to yield. Lord, @3Thy@1 will be done, for I Can find no fitting time to die! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONNET: 36 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE THE LEPER by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE MY LIFE by HENRY DAVID THOREAU THE HUSKERS by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER IMPROMPTU LINES ON JULY FOURTH by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS THE HINT O' HAIRST by HEW AINSLIE |