Louis Untermeyer, ed. (1885–1977). Modern American Poetry. 1919.
John G. Neihardt18811973Let Me Live Out My Years
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Let me die drunken with the dreamer’s wine!
Let me not see this soul-house built of mud
Go toppling to the dusk—a vacant shrine.
Snuffed out just at the heyday of its glow.
Give me high noon—and let it then be night!
Thus would I go.
My song may trumpet down the gray Perhaps.
Let me be as a tune-swept fiddlestring
That feels the Master Melody—and snaps!