Title Immortal
Author Untermeyer, Louis (1885–1977)
Death cannot keep me; even when the dry
Earth holds me warm, a rose-bush at my head.
I shall not be content to loaf and lie
Inactive in that strait and slothful bed.
For soon the happy restlessness of life
Shall pierce me, stir me, make me once again
Part of the vigor and the freshening strife,
Raised by the miracles of sun and rain.
And when at length the grudging winters pass,
Endowed with swift and splendid liberty,
I shall go forth in rich and sturdy grass;
Shall scent the clover, call the thirsting bee.
I shall be in the urge that bursts the pod,
Pushing the sap along the stiffening tree;
That gives the young branch leaves, that stabs the sod.
The rose shall bloom more proudly—bearing me.
All things shall feel and drink me unawares;
The scattering winds,
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