When I am dying, let me know That I loved the blowing snow Although it stung like whips; That I loved all lovely things And I tried to take their stings With gay unembittered lips; That I loved with all my strength, To my soul's full depth and length, Careless if my heart must break, That I sang as children sing Fitting tunes to everything, Loving life for its own sake. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE OLD SEXTON by PARK BENJAMIN THE EVENING WIND by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT GOD'S WORLD by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY ANGEL OR WOMAN by THOMAS PARNELL AMORETTI: 19 by EDMUND SPENSER OH, LOVE THOU TOO! by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS |