Let not my death be long,But lightAs a bird’s swinging;Happy decision in the heightOf song—Then flightFrom off the ultimate bough!And let my wing be strong,And my last note the firstOf another’s singing.See to it, Thou!
Let not my death be long,But lightAs a bird’s swinging;Happy decision in the heightOf song—Then flightFrom off the ultimate bough!And let my wing be strong,And my last note the firstOf another’s singing.See to it, Thou!
Let not my death be long,But lightAs a bird’s swinging;Happy decision in the heightOf song—Then flightFrom off the ultimate bough!And let my wing be strong,And my last note the firstOf another’s singing.See to it, Thou!
Let not my death be long,
But light
As a bird’s swinging;
Happy decision in the height
Of song—
Then flight
From off the ultimate bough!
And let my wing be strong,
And my last note the first
Of another’s singing.
See to it, Thou!