Let me have one summer more
bathed in light on a western shore
before I walk on through the door.

There I'll taste your softest kiss.
No mortal man can bear such bliss,
beholding all, forsaking this.

These old bones might last a while
yet pleasure here can not beguile
the sufferings of an earthly trial.

Take this old and wrinkled wreck.
to stand on your resplendent deck -
the home stretch of my fleshly trek.