A little while when I am gone My life will live in music after me, As spun foam lifted and borne on After the wave is lost in the full sea. A while these nights and days will burn In song with the bright frailty of foam, Living in light before they turn Back to the nothingness that is their home. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE NEW CHURCH ORGAN by WILLIAM MCKENDREE CARLETON TO THE GARDEN THE WORLD by WALT WHITMAN THE SHRINE OF VENUS by ANTIPATER OF SIDON THE REQUEST. TO LOVE by PHILIP AYRES THE CRUSADERS' MARCH by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN PEACE ON EARTH by LOUISA SARAH BEVINGTON THE PRINCESS by BJORNSTJERNE MARTINIUS BJORNSON ASCENDING FOOTSTEPS by JOSEPHINE BYINGTON MY SWEET LITTLE BABY, WHAT MEANEST THOU TO CRY? by WILLIAM BYRD |