Whatever I have left unsaid <br />When I am dead <br />O'muse forgive me. <br />You were always there, <br />like light, like air. <br />Those great good things <br />of which the least bird sings, <br />So why not I? <br />Yet thank you even then, <br />Sweet muse, Amen.<br /><br />Mark Van Doren<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/farewell-and-thanksgiving/
