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  Three Centuries of American Poetry  
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    Georgia Johnson: I Want to Die While You Love Me

I want to die while you love me,
While yet you hold me fair,
While laughter lies upon my lips
And lights are in my hair.

I want to die while you love me,
And bear to that still bed,
Your kisses, turbulent, unspent,
To warm me when I'm dead.
I want to die while you love me,
Oh, who would care to live
Till love has nothing more to ask
And nothing more to give!
I want to die while you love me
And never, never see
The glory of this perfect day
Grow dim or cease to be.


 
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    Excerpted from Three Centuries of American Poetry, eds. Allen Mandelbaum and Robert D. Richardson, Jr. Copyright © 1999 by Allen Mandelbaum and Robert D. Richardson, Jr. Excerpted by permission of Knopf, a division of Random House, Inc. All rights reserved. No part of this excerpt may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the publisher.
 
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