EXEMPT from every grief, 'twas mine to live, In dreams so sweet, enchantments so divine, A thousand joys propitious Love can give, Were scarcely worth one rapturous pain of mine, Bound by soft spells, in dear illusions blest, I breathed no sigh for fortune or for power; No care intruding to disturb my breast, I dwelt entranced in Love's Elysian bower; But Fate, such transports eager to destroy, Soon rudely woke me from the dream of joy, And bade the phantoms of delight begone! Bade hope and happiness at once depart, And left but memory to distract my heart, Retracing every hour of bliss for ever flown. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A DEATH IN THE DESERT by ROBERT BROWNING WRITTEN AFTER SWIMMING FROM SESTOS TO ABYDOS by GEORGE GORDON BYRON HYMNS OF THE MARSHES: MARSH SONG - AT SUNSET by SIDNEY LANIER BELISARIUS by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW TO THE LADYBIRD by MOTHER GOOSE VIRGILS GNAT by EDMUND SPENSER |