THE day returns, my bosom burns; The blissful day we twa did meet; Though winter wild in tempest toiled, Ne'er summer sun was half sae sweet. Than a' the pride that loads the tide, And crosses o'er the sultry line, -- Than kingly robes, and crowns and globes, Heaven gave me more; it made thee mine. While day and night can bring delight, Or nature aught of pleasure give, -- While joys above my mind can move, For thee and thee alone I live; When that grim foe of life below Comes in between to make us part, The iron hand that breaks our band, It breaks my bliss, -- it breaks my heart. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...OUR GOOD PRESIDENT by PHOEBE CARY THE HOUSE OF LIFE: 36. LIFE-IN-LOVE by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI LETTER TO MY SISTER by ANNE SPENCER HAMPTON BEACH by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER SONNET: THE RARITY OF GENIUS by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH LAURENCE BLOOMFIELD IN IRELAND: 1. LORD CRASHTON by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM ADDRESS TO SUBSCRIBERS .. FUND FOR CLOTHING CHILDREN CHARITY SCHOOL by BERNARD BARTON |