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If I should die tonight
Posted by: Michael Claffey (---.sympatico.ca)
Date: October 25, 2004 05:29PM

Several years back I heard a poem read on CJAD radio in Montreal by an announcer name of Paul Reid I think.
Title or line in the poem was
"I'f I should die tonight"
Can anyone help me in finding the complete poem.
Thank you,

Re: looking for a poem
Posted by: lg (---.ca.charter.com)
Date: October 25, 2004 05:53PM

Michael there are at least a half dozen poems with that title. Here are 3 with the most popular authors:

If I should die tonight
by William Percy French

"If I should die tonight
And you should come,
And stand beside me,
Lying cold and dumb,
And if while standing there,
You whispered low,
'Here's the ten pounds
You lent me years ago,'
I would arise, although they'd laid me flat,
And say, 'What's that?'

If I should die tonight
But rose to count
With trembling fingers,
That long lost amount
I might live on;
But when
You said' Here's your umbrella
And your fountain pen,'
For one short space
I'd gaze into thy face
And then
Drop dead again."


If I Should Die

IF I should die to-night
And you should come to my cold corpse and say,
Weeping and heartsick o'er my lifeless clay--
If I should die to-night,
And you should come in deepest grief and woe--
And say: "Here's that ten dollars that I owe,"
I might arise in my large white cravat
And say, "What's that?"

If I should die to-night
And you should come to my cold corpse and kneel,
Clasping my bier to show the grief you feel,
I say, if I should die to-night
And you should come to me, and there and then
Just even hint 'bout payin' me that ten,
I might arise the while,
But I'd drop dead again.

Ben King


If I Should Die Tonight

If I should die tonight,

My friends would look upon my quiet face

Before they laid it in its resting-place,

And deem that death had left it almost fair;

And, laying snow-white flowers against my hair,

Would smooth it down with tearful tenderness,

And fold my hands with lingering caress, --

Poor hands, so empty and so cold tonight!

If I should die tonight,

My friends would call to mind with loving thought

Some kindly deed the icy hands had wrought,

Some gentle word the frozen lips had said,

Errands on which the willing feet had sped;

The memory of my selfishness and pride,

My hasty words would all be put aside,

And so I should be loved and mourned tonight.

If I should die tonight,

Even hearts estranged would turn once more to me,

Recalling other days remorsefully;

The eyes that chill me with averted glance

Would look upon me as of yore, perchance,

And soften in the old familiar way,

For who could war with dumb, unconscious clay?

So I might rest, forgiven of all tonight.

Oh, friends! I pray tonight,

Keep not your kisses for my dead, cold brow:

The way is lonely, let me feel them now.

Think gently of me; I am travelworn;

My faltering feet are pierced with many a thorn.

Forgive, oh, hearts estranged, forgive, I plead!

When dreamless rest is mine I shall not need

The tenderness for which I long tonight.


Arabella Eugenia Smith

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