SPARE me from seeing, goddess, by my bed When comes the dark hour of the final blow, Tardy Time cut without regret or woe A long life's lingering and importunate thread. Arm rather Love who long desired me dead, And would his stab supreme might wound me so, That from the heart he hated forth would flow My mortal blood staining the earth with red. But no! At eve let me have vision there Of my blithe youth, naked and still and fair And letting rose-leaves upon water drift! Then I shall hear the fountain's farewell sighs And without need of sword or arrow swift Close unto everlasting night mine eyes. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BEARS AT RASPBERRY TIME by HAYDEN CARRUTH THE SOCIOLOGY OF TOYOTAS AND JADE CHRYSANTHEMUMS by HAYDEN CARRUTH ON GOING UNNOTICED by ROBERT FROST INEVITABLY (1) by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: OAKS TUTT by EDGAR LEE MASTERS IS YOUR TOWN NINEVEH? by MARIANNE MOORE THE UNDERGRADUATE KILLED IN BATTLE; OXFORD, 1915 by GEORGE SANTAYANA |