ONE day, one day, our lives shall seem Thin as a brief forgotten dream: One day, our souls by life opprest, Shall ask no other boon than rest. And shall no hope nor longing come, No memory of our former home, No yearning for the loved, the dear Dead lives that are no longer here? If this be age, and age no more Recall the hopes, the fears of yore, The dear dead mother's accents mild, The lisping of the little child, Come, Death, and slay us ere the blood Run slow, and turn our lives from good; For only in such memories we Consent to linger and to be. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO THE RETURNED GIRLS by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS TWENTY-FOUR HOKKU ON A MODERN THEME by AMY LOWELL JOHNNY SPAIN'S WHITE HEIFER by HAYDEN CARRUTH DESTINY by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON |