A little while when I am gone
My life will live in music after me,
As spun foam lifted and borne on
After the wave is lost in the full sea.
A while these nights and days will burn
In song with the bright frailty of foam,
Living in light before they turn
Back to the nothingness that is their home.
Source: Collected Poems of Sara Teasdale![](https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/blogger_img_proxy/AEn0k_stQ-6brhHsZPznEzRKUdmeWfSiZJcSBMiCT5fkK5Aen-xE-RltuxYwo3SJPHTh84w2TkHb6-zHxs3yONn5xL95Y4jVMAKZyMb21tLsk3ehvoskdciJJQ_BQ_X15XHVzlIye5fQltddW1_Nq7k=s0-d)
My life will live in music after me,
As spun foam lifted and borne on
After the wave is lost in the full sea.
A while these nights and days will burn
In song with the bright frailty of foam,
Living in light before they turn
Back to the nothingness that is their home.
Source: Collected Poems of Sara Teasdale