What would I choose to see when I <br />To this bright earth shall bid good-bye? <br />When fades forever from my sight <br />The world I've loved with long delight? <br />What would I pray to look on last, <br />When Death shall draw the Curtain fast? <br /> <br />I've loved the farewell of the Sun, <br />Low-lapsing after work well done; <br />Or leaping from a sea forlorn, <br />Gold-glad to greet a day new born. . . . <br />Shall I elect to round my dream <br />The Sun I hail as Lord Supreme? <br /> <br />Ah no! Of Heaven's shining host, <br />It is the Moon I love the most; <br />And if, when I shall cease to be, <br />God lets me keep one memory <br />Of loveliness that held me thrall, <br />The Moon's the one I would recall. <br /> <br />. . . The new Moon fine as pearly clip <br />From Cleopatra's finger-tip; <br />. . . The ripe Moon vaulting o'er the trees <br />As ruddy as a Cheddar cheese; <br />. . . The late Moon, frail and wanly fair, <br />Relaxed on silver rocking chair. . . . <br /> <br />But most of all, the Moon intense <br />With radiant indifference; <br />So placid, glacid, pure, serene, <br />Of all perfection proudly Queen. . . . <br />Oh Mistress Mine, let me adore <br />Your beauty but one moment more! <br />One last look . . . Let the Curtain fall, <br />Then let me look no more at all.<br /><br />Robert William Service<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/last-look/
