I would not live always; I ask not to stay, Where I must bear the burden and heat of the day: Where my body is cut with the lash or the cord, And a hovel and hunger are all my reward. I would not live always, where life is a load To the flesh and the spirit: -- since there's an abode For the soul disenthralled, let me breathe my last breath, And repose in thine arms, my deliverer, Death! -- I would not live always to toil as a slave: O no, let me rest, though I rest in my grave; For there, from their troubling, the wicked shall cease, And, free from his master, the slave be at peace. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE AFRICAN CHIEF by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT YESTERDAY AND TOMORROW by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR A MAN BY THE NAME OF BOLUS by JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY SONNET: 61 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE FOR A ROYAL WEDDING, 29 JULY 1981 by JOHN BETJEMAN |