O, If Dead I Must Be Poem by Jan Hendrik Leopold

O, If Dead I Must Be



O, if I must die, death will
come and whisper, whisper something nice,
my pale eyes I shall rise
and I will not be surprised.

And I will not be surprised;
in this love shall death
just sleep, sleep quietly
and wait for you, a wait it will be.

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