Sara Teasdale — Debtor

So long as my spirit still        &nbsp Is glad of breath And lifts its plumes of pride        &nbsp In the dark face of death; While I am curious still        &nbsp Of love and fame, Keeping my heart too high        &nbsp For the years to tame, How can I quarrel with fate        &nbsp Since I can see I am a debtor to life,        &nbsp Not life to me?