Classic Poem

Oh, none will ever think of you
By a few fagots in the cold;
For none will think of you at all
As tired, alone, and old!

Let others weary, others ache;
Stumble with burdens; trudge the dust;
Gnaw at each day as at a bone;
Let others, as they must.

Gay, bold, aflame, you came on Death;
Took his sharp challenge at a leap;
Oh, lost and loveliest, it was well
So soon to fall asleep!