When I Am Dying Poem by Nero CaroZiv

When I am dying, let me know; would I wander with the clouds
Would we float on high over dales, meadows, orchards and hills
Do tell what would happen; I must know; I must resolve all doubts
Would we scud over host of golden fields
That kiss the lake, with banks beneath the trees
Shall we flutter and dance in the wanton morning breeze



When I am dying let me know that I loved the stars that shine
The glory and twinkle on the milky way,
The wild flowers that stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a sapphire bay:
The ten thousands of them I saw at a glance,
Tossing their heads in spring sprightly dance.



When I am dying remember that I loved the endless dunes
And the waves beside the white sand dancing; as they
Out-did the sparkling stares in movements and glee:
In such a jocund company I could not but be gay,
I walked along and gazed and gazed, but little thought
What precious wealth the show to me had brought:

When I am dying would it be as when on my couch I lie
In vacant, sloth or in pensive mood,
The cow house flashed upon me to be studied by a curious cow shy
Which was the bliss and comfort of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills
And my spirits dance; as the ceiling of the room shields



When I am dying who would know
That I loved the summer winds that in gentle way blow
Although it was rough sometimes like thorns and whips;
Oh, to be taken from all that I loved, all the world lovely things


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