<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=341446" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Since We Must Die</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Though we must die, I would not die<br>When fields are brown and bleak,<br>When wild-geese stream across the sky,<br>And the cart-lodge timbers creak.<br>For it would be so lone and drear<br>To sleep beneath the snow,<br>When children carol Christmas cheer,<br>And Christmas rafters glow.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Nor would I die, though we must die,<br>When yeanlings blindly bleat,<br>When the cuckoo laughs, and lovers sigh,<br>And O, to live is sweet!<br>When cowslips come again, and Spring<br>Is winsome with their breath,<br>And Life's in love with everything-<br>With everything but Death.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Let me not die, though we must die,<br>When bowls are brimmed with cream,<br>When milch-cows in the meadows lie,<br>Or wade amid the stream;<br>When dewy-dimpled roses smile<br>To see the face of June,<br>And lad and lass meet at the stile,<br>Or roam beneath the moon.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Since we must die, then let me die<br>When flows the harvest ale,<br>When the reaper lays the sickle by,<br>And taketh down the flail;<br>When all we prized, and all we planned,<br>Is ripe and stored at last,<br>And Autumn looks across the land,<br>And ponders on the past:<br>Then let me die.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Alfred+Austin">Alfred Austin</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=341446" data-title="Since We Must Die de Alfred Austin" data-description="Though we must die, I would not die When fields are brown and bleak, When wild-geese stream across the sky, And the cart-lodge timbers creak. For it would be so lone and drear To sleep beneath the snow, When children carol Christmas cheer, And Chr..."></div> </div> </div>

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