GIVE me one more clasp of thy hand, Then let this be our parting! Why shouldst thou fan, with hatred's brand, The flames from my woe darting? Thou hast no faith in my true love, Wert playing a game clever -- In God's name go; my sun above Thou wert, and wilt be ever. In God's name! And I hope this earth A truer heart may offer -- Which will to light of faith give birth, Guard thee from turning scoffer. And when thou that true heart doth gain, Oh, send to me some message; Then will the burden of my pain No more my sad soul ravage. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WAR AND WASHINGTON by JONATHAN MITCHELL SEWALL BALLADE OF A TRAVELLER'S JINX by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS CHRISTOPHER COLUMBUS by JOANNA BAILLIE INTERVAL by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN VERSES TO THE MEMORY OF DR. LLOYD (2) by VINCENT BOURNE MAXIMS FOR THE OLD HOUSE: THE PORCH by ANNA HEMPSTEAD BRANCH |