IN vain from clime to clime I stray To chase thy beauteous form away, And banish every care; In vain to quit thy charms I try, Since every thought creates a sigh, And every wish a tear. Ask, wafting on my plaints, the breeze, If aught can lend a moment's ease, Or aught my grief assuage; Oh! it will tell thee how I trace With pain each step, each lingering pace, And think each hour an age. Yon setting sun, whose placid smile Shall quickly gild thy western isle, No pleasure yields to me; My longing eyes ne'er cease to stream, To follow every fading beam Which parts, to fall on thee. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE TWO ANGELS by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER FOR THE MASTER'S SAKE by MINNIE MASON BEEBE FIRST SAMUEL: AFTER THE SHAMANS by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE OLD HOUSE by MARGARET PERKINS BRIGGS ONE OF MANY by AMELIA JOSEPHINE BURR WAR NOTES: 3. TWO PARADES by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON |