The World has shared my joy and pain, And I have had my day; My little life is almost done, And I must haste away: So, quietly, before I leave I'll do no more than sit and breathe. How many friends and two are dogs Beguile me to the end: That by their love that cannot change, Make Death a greater friend. When Death cries 'Next!' and I must die, Soft be my answer 'Here am I.' | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE COLORED BAND by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR AMORETTI: 68 by EDMUND SPENSER A NEW PILGRIMAGE: 32 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |