I MAY sing; but minstrel's singing Ever ceaseth with his playing. I may smile; but time is bringing Thoughts for smiles to wear away in. I may view thee, mutely loving; But shall view thee so in dying! I may sigh; but life's removing, And with breathing endeth sighing! Be it so! When no song of mine comes near thee, Will its memory fail to soften? When no smile of mine can cheer thee, Will thy smile be used as often? When my looks the darkness boundeth, Will thine own be lighted after? When my sigh no longer soundeth, Wilt thou list another's laughter? Be it so! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE STORY OF ZERBIN AND ISABELLA, FR. ORLANDO FURIOSO by LUDOVICO (LODOVICO) ARIOSTO UNION SONG by ERNST MORITZ ARNDT A NEW PILGRIMAGE: 27 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT THE BATTLE MUSIC by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE PRELUDE TO THE NANTAHALAS by BARBARA BOWEN RECONCILIATION by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN BRITANNIA'S PASTORALS: BOOK 2. THE FIRST SONG by WILLIAM BROWNE (1591-1643) |