I would I were alive again To kiss the fingers of the rain, To drink into my eyes the shine Of every slanting silver line, To catch the freshened, fr… - Edna St. Vincent Millay

I would I were alive again to kiss the fingers of the rain.

And all at once the heavy night
Fell from my eyes and I could see, — A drenched and dripping apple-tree,
A last long line of silver rain,
A sky grown clear and blue again.
And as I looked a quickening gust
Of wind blew up to me and thrust
Into my face a miracle
Of orchard-breath, and with the smell, — I know not how such things can be! — I breathed my soul back into me.
Ah! Up then from the ground sprang I
And hailed the earth with such a cry
As is not heard save from a man
Who has been dead, and lives again.
About the trees my arms I wound;
Like one gone mad I hugged the ground;
I raised my quivering arms on high;
I laughed and laughed into the sky

— Infinity
Came down and settled over me;
Forced back my scream into my chest,
Bent back my arm upon my breast

I shall die, but that is all that I shall do for Death.