Farewell, sweet Love! yet blame you not my truth; More fondly ne'er did mother eye her child Than I your form: @3yours@1 were my hopes of youth, And as @3you@1 shaped my thoughts I sighed or smiled. While most were wooing wealth, or gaily swerving To pleasure's secret haunts, and some apart Stood strong in pride, self-conscious of deserving, To you I gave my whole weak wishing heart. And when I met the maid that realised Your fair creations, and had won her kindness, Say, but for her if aught on earth I prized! @3Your@1 dreams alone I dreamt, and caught your blindness. O grief! -- but farewell, Love! I will go play me With thoughts that please me less, and less betray me. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BY THE PACIFIC by HERBERT BASHFORD THE ARAB by CHARLES STUART CALVERLEY RELIGIO LAICI; OR, A LAYMAN'S FAITH by JOHN DRYDEN LALLA ROOKH: PARADISE AND THE PERI by THOMAS MOORE MY BED IS A BOAT by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON MICHAEL; A PASTORAL POEM by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH NIOBE: THE GODS' CHILDREN by AESCHYLUS |