THAT thou mightst happy be, I once did pray; But now thou'rt joy possessing, Meseems, amid the pangs which my heart slay, A thousand times from it the wish must stray, That grief again was thee oppressing. 'T is only when thou 'rt wretched that thou 'rt mine, Once more then I am praying. Now, when Love's golden sun doth on thee shine, And solitude on earth's no longer thine, My steps near thee can ne'er be straying. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SLANTS AT BUFFALO, NEW YORK by CARL SANDBURG IN THE NEOLITHIC AGE by RUDYARD KIPLING SUMMER LONGINGS by DENIS FLORENCE MCCARTHY THE NIGHT COURT by RUTH COMFORT MITCHELL A PRAYER, LIVING AND DYING by AUGUSTUS MONTAGUE TOPLADY THE PRAIRIE-GRASS DIVIDING by WALT WHITMAN AVE MARIA GRATIA PLENA by OSCAR WILDE LAURENCE BLOOMFIELD IN IRELAND: 1. LORD CRASHTON by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM |