A little while when I am gone <br />My life will live in music after me, <br />As spun foam lifted and borne on <br />After the wave is lost in the full sea. <br /> <br />A while these nights and days will burn <br />In song with the bright frailty of foam, <br />Living in light before they turn <br />Back to the nothingness that is their home.<br /><br />Sara Teasdale<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-little-while-2/
