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Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Ella Wheeler Wilcox

I know not

Death!  I know not what room you are abiding in,
But I will go my way,
Rejoicing day by day,
Nor will I flee or stay
For fear I tread the path you may be hiding in.
 
Death!  I know not, if my small barque be nearing you;
But if you are at sea,
Still there my sails float free;
‘What is to be will be.’
Nor will I mar the happy voyage by fearing you.
 
Death!  I know not, what hour or spot you wait for me;
My days untroubled flow,
Just trusting on, I go,
For oh, I know, I know,
Death is but Life that holds some glad new fate for me.

#1917 #AmericanWriters #PoemsOfExperience

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