Classic Poem

“Not yet—the flowers are in my path,
The sun is in the sky;
Not yet—my heart is full of hope—
I cannot bear to die.

Not yet—I never knew till now
How precious life could be;
My heart is full of love—O Death!
I cannot come with thee!”

But Love and Hope, enchanted twain,
Passed in their falsehood by;
Death came again and then he said—
“I'm ready now to die!”