ME, me, and none but me, dart home, O gentle death, And quickly, for I draw too long this idle breath: O how I long till I may fly to Heaven above, Unto my faithful and beloved turtle dove. Like to the silver swan, before my death I sing: And yet alive, my fatal knell I help to ring. Still I desire from earth and earthly joys to fly, He never happy lived that cannot love to die. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...POETRY by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON TRIFLE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON A BIRTHDAY SONG by SIDNEY LANIER HOUSE WITH THE MARBLE STEPS by AMY LOWELL FAIR HARVARD by GEORGE SANTAYANA BUCOLIC COMEDY: THE DOLL by EDITH SITWELL |