Who would live evermore?

I dost fear death not, I mock ye neither,
rather dread the waist in unfulfilling.
Single breath forces ease departure,
yet, forgetting the hearts left beating...

Were I to gather the winds grace,
granting them a brace'd be too eager,
I hope only to leave bliss in few,
yet ambition weights in my measure.

Thus of me the prime ye conjure,
forgive my human in nature,
take on the loud laugh and light dance.

Bring it to thy weddings and funerals,
to thy sons sons births, baptisms and sermons,
bring me memory of deep warmth for thee.