And if I should live to be  
  The last leaf upon the tree  
  In the spring,  
  Let them smile, as I do now,  
  At the old forsaken bough  
  Where I cling.
Poems (ed. 1846)
And if I should live to be  
  The last leaf upon the tree  
  In the spring,  
  Let them smile, as I do now,  
  At the old forsaken bough  
  Where I cling.
Poems (ed. 1846)