Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SONG, by AUBREY DE VERE First Line: She says: 'poor friend, you waste a treasure' Last Line: Grow larger in her eyes. Subject(s): Smerwick, Ireland | ||||||||
She says: "Poor friend, you waste a treasure Which you can ne'er regain-- Time, health, and glory, for the pleasure Of toying with a chain." But then her voice so tender grows, So kind and so caressing; Each murmur from her lips that flows Comes to me like a blessing. Sometimes she says: "Sweet friend, I grieve you-- Alas, it gives me pain! What can I? Ah, might I relieve you, You ne'er had mourned in vain!" And then her little hand she presses Upon her heart, and sighs; While tears whose source not yet she guesses, Grow larger in her eyes. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE ROCK OF CASHEL by AUBREY DE VERE A NIGHT AT CORFU by AUBREY DE VERE CASTLECONNEL by AUBREY DE VERE COAST SCENERY by AUBREY DE VERE GOUGAUNE BARRA by AUBREY DE VERE |
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