by e.e. cummings
[published in The Harvard Monthly, January 1916]
When my life his pillar has raised to heaven,
When my soul has bleeded and builded wonders,
When my love of earth has begot fair poems,
Let me not linger.
Ere my day be troubled of coming darkness,
While the huge whole sky is elate with glory,
Let me rise, and making my salutation,
Stride into sunset.
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