With this one friend I ask no more To love me till I die, I sing my songs that, after death, My friends may multiply. To make this world, when I am gone, Think all the more of me Each time a rainbow's in the sky, Or bird is on a tree. That God may say, when I am judged 'This sinner did his duty: Who made men worship Me the more, By his great love of beauty.' | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE FOUNDERS OF OHIO by WILLIAM HENRY VENABLE TO A GENTLEMAN & LADY ON THE DEATH ... CHILD NAMED AVIS by PHILLIS WHEATLEY THE FROGS: THE FATAL OIL-FLASK by ARISTOPHANES HINC LACHRIMAE; OR THE AUTHOR TO AURORA: 30 by WILLIAM BOSWORTH |