THO' the late parting was our joint desire, It did with diff'rent passions us inspire; Thou wert o'erjoy'd, opprest with sorrow I; Thy thoughts did faster than thy footsteps fly. But tho' I strove and labour'd to depart, Spite of my feet, I follow'd with my heart; Since thus I griev'd my loss, it was unkind Not once to sigh for what thou left'st behind. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THIS COMPOST: 1. by WALT WHITMAN RECOMPENSE by JESSE M. BALL ALLEN CEN'LIN, PRINCE OF MERCIA by MATILDA BARBARA BETHAM-EDWARDS PSALM 4; AUGUST 10, 1653 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE A FAVOURITE SCENE; RECALLED ON LOOKING AT BIRKET FOSTER'S LANDSCAPE by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN OF THOSE WHO WALK ALONE by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON |