This poem was discovered at the end of Ernest Thompson Seton’s 1930 journal.
The Last Song
By Ernest Thompson Seton
Let it be beautiful
when I sing the last song
Let it be day!
I would stand upon my two feet,
singing!
I would look upward with open eyes,
singing
I would have the winds to envelope my body;
I would have the sun to shine upon my body;
The whole world I would have to make music with.
Let it be beautiful
when thou would slay me, O Shining one!
Let it be day,
when I sing the last song!
