"I want"—it pleaded—All its life— <br />I want—was chief it said <br />When Skill entreated it—the last— <br />And when so newly dead— <br /> <br />I could not deem it late—to hear <br />That single—steadfast sigh— <br />The lips had placed as with a "Please" <br />Toward Eternity—<br /><br />Emily Dickinson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-want-it-pleaded-all-its-life/
