No, not I, full-strengthened by this life,
Not shy, not flee, not dabble in the cry
Of all that golden die, not fight,
Not leap, not beg the distant sleep,
Not lie, not I -
No, not I.
No, not I will choose to weep,
Not sigh, not creep, not battle in the deep
Unsolved mystery of all that’s sweet
To me, not I, I’ll never fly
The losers’ flag -
Not I.
No, not I will hide my head and cease,
Not tremble, shake, not cling to that small lease
Of life bequeathed to me,
I’ll never shirk my destiny,
Beg to be free -
No, not I.
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Poem about facing death with dignity
