Matthew Arnold - A Wish lyrics

I ask not that my bed of d**h From bands of greedy heirs be free; For these besiege the latest breath Of fortune's favour'd sons, not me. I ask not each kind soul to keep Tearless, when of my d**h he hears. Let those who will, if any, weep! There are worse plagues on earth than tears. I ask but that my d**h may find The freedom to my life denied; Ask but the folly of mankind Then, then at last, to quit my side. Spare me the whispering, crowded room, The friends who come, and gape, and go; The ceremonious air of gloom— All, which makes d**h a hideous show! Nor bring, to see me cease to live, Some doctor full of phrase and fame, To shake his sapient head, and give The ill he cannot cure a name. Nor fetch, to take the accustom'd toll Of the poor sinner bound for d**h, His brother-doctor of the soul, To canva** with official breath The future and its viewless things— That undiscover'd mystery Which one who feels d**h's winnowing wings Must needs read clearer, sure, than he! Bring none of these; but let me be, While all around in silence lies, Moved to the window near, and see Once more, before my dying eyes, Bathed in the sacred dews of morn The wide aerial landscape spread— The world which was ere I was born, The world which lasts when I am dead; Which never was the friend of one, Nor promised love it could not give, But lit for all its generous sun, And lived itself, and made us live. There let me gaze, till I become In soul, with what I gaze on, wed! To feel the universe my home; To have before my mind—instead Of the sick room, the mortal strife, The turmoil for a little breath— The pure eternal course of life, Not human combatings with d**h! Thus feeling, gazing, might I grow Composed, refresh'd, ennobled, clear; Then willing let my spirit go To work or wait elsewhere or here!