I'LL not weep that thou art going to leave me, There's nothing lovely here; And doubly will the dark world grieve me, While thy heart suffers there. I'll not weep, because the summer's glory Must always end in gloom; And, follow out the happiest story -- It closes with a tomb! And I am weary of the anguish Increasing winters bear; Weary to watch the spirit languish Through years of dead despair. So, if a tear, when thou art dying, Should haply fall from me, It is but that my soul is sighing, To go and rest with thee. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LET ME NOT LOSES MY DREAM by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON TO BEACHEY, 1912 by CARL SANDBURG THE BOTTLES AND THE WINE by GEORGE SANTAYANA FACADE: 1. PERE AMELOT by EDITH SITWELL THE FLAG GOES BY by HENRY HOLCOMB BENNETT JACOBITE'S TOAST (TO AN OFFICER IN THE ARMY) by JOHN BYROM COMPANIONS; A TALE OF A GRANDFATHER by CHARLES STUART CALVERLEY |