Will the world still live for you When I am gone? Will the straight garden poppy Still spout blood from its green throat Before your feet? Will the five cleft petals of the campion Still be rose-coloured, Like five murdered senses, for you? Will your trees still live, Thrust metallic bosses of leafage From the hill-side in the summer light; Will the leaves sway and grow darker, Rustle, swirl in the gales; Decay into gold and orange, Crinkle and shrivel, And fall silently at last On to frosty grass? Will there be sun for you; The lines of near hills Cut out in thin blue steel Against red haze? Will there be silence? Will not even the clean acrid sea Turn stale upon your lips? Will the world die for you As it dies for me? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MIDSUMMER FROST (1) by ISAAC ROSENBERG SONNET: IN ABSENCE FROM BECCHINA by CECCO ANGIOLIERI DA SIENA WHEN DEY 'LISTED COLORED SOLDIERS by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR LYRICS TO IANTHE (2). LAMENT by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR MY LITTLE GIRL by SAMUEL MINTURN PECK |