While I May

Sara Teasdale

Wind and hail and veering rain,
   Driven mist that veils the day,
Soul’s distress and body’s pain,
   I would bear you while I may.

I would love you if I might,
   For so soon my life will be
Buried in a lasting night,
   Even pain denied to me.

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