Ambition, and Other Poems/Friends Unborn
Friends Unborn
With this one friend—I ask no more—
To love me till I die,
I sing my songs that, after death,
My friends may multiply.
To make this world, when I am gone,
Think all the more of me—
Each time a rainbow's in the sky,
Or bird is on a tree.
That God may say, when I am judged—
'This sinner did his duty:
Who made men worship me the more,
By his great love of beauty.'
To love me till I die,
I sing my songs that, after death,
My friends may multiply.
To make this world, when I am gone,
Think all the more of me—
Each time a rainbow's in the sky,
Or bird is on a tree.
That God may say, when I am judged—
'This sinner did his duty:
Who made men worship me the more,
By his great love of beauty.'