From thee, Eliza, I must go, And from my native shore; The cruel fates between us throw A boundless ocean's roar: But boundless oceans, roaring wide, Between my love and me, They never, never can divide My heart and soul from thee. Farewell, farewell, Eliza dear, The maid that I adore! A boding voice is in mine ear, We part to meet no more! But the latest throb that leaves my heart, While Death stands victor by, - That throb, Eliza, is thy part, And thine that latest sigh! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A NEW EARTH by WILLIAM ARTHUR DUNKERLEY ON THE MORNING OF CHRIST'S NATIVITY by JOHN MILTON A MINUTE by INNOKENTI FYODOROVICH ANNENSKY THE SEA DREAM by WILLIAM ROSE BENET IF THAT HIGH WORLD by GEORGE GORDON BYRON |