Dear friend, forgive a wild lament Insanely following thy flight. I would not cumber to thine ascent Nor drag thee back into the night; But the great sea-winds sigh with me, The fair-faced stars seems wrinkled, old, And I would that I might lie with thee There in the grave so cold, so cold! Grave walls are thick, I cannot see thee, And the round skies are far and steep; A-wild to quaff some cup of Lethe, Pain is proud and scorns to weep. My heart breaks if it cling about thee, And still breaks, if far from thine. O drear, drear death, to live without thee, O sad life - to keep thee mine. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO A BLUEBELL by EMILY JANE BRONTE SONNETS FROM THE PORTUGUESE: 18 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING THE MOTHER WATCH by EDGAR ALBERT GUEST LOVE AND SLEEP by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE |