When my time is come to die,
I would shun the decent gloom,
Whispered word and weeping eye,
Fitful hum of knowing fly
Questing through the darkened room.
I would lay my skin and bone
Where no busy care could trace
Failing steps by bush and stone,
With my farewell dream alone
In a bird-frequented place.
So the sounds that bless my ear
When my weary eyelids close
Will be songs of hope and cheer;
So departing, I shall hear
How the tide of living flows.
So my memories shall not be
Blurred by griefs however true;
So my drowsy sense may see
Eyes that light in love on me;
So I'll not be leaving you.
When My Time Is Come
John Le Gay Brereton
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Poem topics: I love you, alone, dream, farewell, hope, light, time, bird, place, room, sense, hear, skin, true, bone, busy, stone, love, I miss you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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