When I have fears that I may cease to be
Death, be not proud, though some have called thee
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways
William Shakespeare and Christopher Marlowe,
Elizabeth Barrett Browning, John Donne,
Robert Burns, and Andrew Marvell, have won
The majority of the poems I know
And love. I listen to their words at night,
And their sonnets are the thoughts of my days.
Quotes and lyrics come from my lips as praise;
The genius of my teachers is my sight.
Oh, would that I were a small, humble leaf
To grow on their tree, and there find relief.
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