Oh, let it be a night of lyric rain <br />And singing breezes, when my bell is tolled. <br />I have so loved the rain that I would hold <br />Last in my ears its friendly, dim refraln. <br />I shall lie cool and quiet, who have lain <br />Fevered, and watched the book of day unfold. <br />Death will not see me flinch; the heart is bold <br />That pain has made incapable of pain. <br /> <br />Kinder the busy worms than ever love; <br />It will be peace to lie there, empty-eyed, <br />My bed made secret by the leveling showers, <br />My breast replenishing the weeds above. <br />And you will say of me, "Then has she died? <br />Perhaps I should have sent a spray of flowers."<br /><br />Dorothy Parker<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/testament-2/
