CategoryMatthew Arnold

A Wish


I ask not that my bed of deathFrom bands of greedy heirs be free;For these besiege the latest breathOf fortune’s favoured sons, not me. I ask not each kind soul to keepTearless, when of my death he hears;Let those who will, if any, weep!There are worse plagues on earth than tears. I ask but that my death may findThe freedom to my life denied;Ask but the folly of mankind,Then, at last, to...