Women of the Early Harlem Renaissance: African American Women Writers 1900-1922

When I Am Dead

When I am dead, withhold, I pray, your blooming legacy;
Beneath the willows did I bide, and they should cover me;
I longed for light and fragrance, and I sought them far and near,
O, it would grieve me utterly, to find them on my bier!

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