Julia, if I chance to die Ere I print my Poetry; I most humbly thee desire To commit it to the fire: Better 'twere my Book were dead, Then to live not perfected. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FROM THE WOOLWORTH TOWER by SARA TEASDALE SONNET TO GEORGE SAND: 2. A DESIRE by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING EYES AND TEARS by ANDREW MARVELL SAINT TERESA'S BOOK-MARK by THERESA OF AVILA |