In Youth Poem by Evaleen Stein

In Youth



NOT lips of mine have ever said:
"Would God that I were dead!"
Nay, cruel griefs! ye cannot break
My love of life; nor can ye make
Oblivion blest in any wise,
Nor death seem sweet for sorrow's sake.
Life! life! my every pulse outcries
For life, and love, and quickened breath,
O God,—not not for death!

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Evaleen Stein

Evaleen Stein

Lafayette, Indiana
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