IF I could love, I'd find me out A roguish, laughing eye, A cheek to blush, a lip to pout, A pure, kind heart, to sigh. A fairy hand, to touch and glance, From note to note with glee, A fairy foot to trip the dance And lead it down with me. A soul to share in all my fun, And feel for all my woes, And as our little life should run To take it as it goes. And O, when follies all have fled And solemn thoughts shall rise, To soothe me on my dying bed And meet me in the skies. Such thoughts are vain, too vain --yet why Should you such thoughts reprove -- O pity, pity me, for I Am poor, and cannot love. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BOOTH'S PHILIPPI by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE LOVER MOURNS FOR THE LOSS OF LOVE by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS THE BRAVE OLD OAK by HENRY FOTHERGILL CHORLEY AT HOME IN HEAVEN by JAMES MONTGOMERY SWEET MEETING OF DESIRES by COVENTRY KERSEY DIGHTON PATMORE THE UNDISCOVERED COUNTRY by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH WATER WOMAN by JOSEPH AUSLANDER |