Dear Lord, I must not leave this earth In spring, when hyacinths come to birth And winds are heavenly sweet! And, oh, in summer ruby cherries, Amber plums and garnet berries Provide a nectared treat. Then autumn's tranquil, turquoise sky, Deep coral leaves, pirouetting by, Wind symphonies in the field -- A winter roof's icicled frieze, Frost's lacy ferns, and tinseled trees Make life so hard to yield. Lord, @3Thy@1 will be done, for I Can find no fitting time to die! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AT THE ZOO IN SPAIN by CLARENCE MAJOR TO LEIGH HUNT, ESQ. by JOHN KEATS RIDDLE: A BLACKSMITH by MOTHER GOOSE THE FIFTEEN ACRES by JAMES STEPHENS THE MEDITATION OF THE OLD FISHERMAN by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS LINES WRITTEN BY A DEATH-BED by MATTHEW ARNOLD |