Author Harry Kemp Tell them, O Sky-born, when I die With high romance to wife, That I went out as I had lived, Drunk with the joy of life. Yea, say that I went to death Serene and unafraid, Still loving Song, but loving more Life, of which Song is made! Tags love poem love poems love poems for her love poetry poems about love romantic poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 Average: 5 (1 vote) Rate Log in or register to post comments