William Percy French

(1854 - 1920 / Elphin / Ireland)

If I should die tonight


"If I should die tonight
And you should come,
And stand beside me,
Lying cold and dumb,
And if while standing there,
You whispered low,
'Here's the ten pounds
You lent me years ago,'
I would arise, although they'd laid me flat,
And say, 'What's that?'

If I should die tonight
But rose to count
With trembling fingers,
That long lost amount
I might live on;
But when
You said' Here's your umbrella
And your fountain pen,'
For one short space
I'd gaze into thy face
And then
Drop dead again."

Submitted: Thursday, January 01, 2004

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  • Taher Al-Shemaly (6/7/2009 4:33:00 AM)

    I wonder what he really meant in these 2 verses? ....... I guess he wanted to say his pen is the one he is eager for before his death? (Report) Reply

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