Francis William Bourdillon

(22 March 1852 – 13 January 1921 / Runcorn, Cheshire)

Only To Live - Poem by Francis William Bourdillon

Only to live! There nothing is more sweet.
Only to live! There nothing is more bitter.
Only to live, when flowers are at the feet
And overhead the happy swallows twitter.
Only to live! There nothing is more sweet.
Only to live, when flies the angry sleet,
And the head bows above a dead love’s litter.
Only to live! There nothing is more bitter.


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, April 8, 2010



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