And If I Say

And if I say to you, "Now let me die;
It is not sad to end this present life."
 I do not mean that I am tired of strife
 Or that I fail to thrill to sunset sky.
The sky was dark the day that Paris fell
But Love will rise above such wordly hate.
So, knowing this, I do not curse my fate
Or think my Age a living Hell.
But, having looked abroad, I know my need;
I see the incompleteness of my dream,
The wished-for goals that are not, merely seem,
 Since all my cherished hopes were only greed.
 It's for myself and not the world I sigh;
I have not found my place; so let me die.

ALBERT WARNER DOWLING.