Whatever I have left unsaid
When I am dead
O'muse forgive me.
You were always there,
like light, like air.
Those great good things
of which the least bird sings,
So why not I?
Yet thank you even then,
Sweet muse, Amen.
Farewell And Thanksgiving
Mark Van Doren
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Poem topics: light, bird, sweet, good, great, forgive, I love you, I miss you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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