IN thee, I fondly hoped to clasp A friend, whom death alone could sever; Till envy, with malignant grasp, Detach'd thee from my breast for ever. True, she has forced thee from my breast, Yet in my heart thou keep'st thy seat; There, there thine image still must rest, Until that heart shall cease to beat. And, when the grave restores her dead, When life again to dust is given, On thy dear breast I'll lay my head -- Without thee, where would be my heaven? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SIXTEEN DEAD MEN by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS THE MERRY SUMMER MONTHS by WILLIAM MOTHERWELL A LIFE'S PARALLELS by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI SUMMER BY THE LAKESIDE by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER THE GRASS STEALERS by J. MURRAY ALLISON A SONG FOR THE SINGLE TABLE ON NEW YEAR'S DAY by ELIZABETH FRANCES AMHERST |