XII. 1. FORGET thee! no, that wish is vain— Through every chance and change of ill This hopeless heart, this aching brain, Shall guard thy worshipped image still. 2. That image which from boyhood's hour,— Though sometimes in the shifting scene I missed awhile its purer power,— Hath still my fancy's idol been. 3. And what my spirit's worst despair Could ne'er resign through all the past, Now stamped again so freshly there Shall lingering haunt me to the last. 4. And though the path before me spread Can lead but through a waste of pain, I'll think at every step I tread Thy smile may meet me once again. 5. That sometimes as I range along The desert of my future doom, Thy star-light look the clouds among May brighten life's surrounding gloom. 6. Yes, where my sighs can never reach From far I shall behold thee shining, And Time perhaps may almost teach My soul to gaze without repining. 7. But rather bless the kind decree Which kept thy cup unmixed with mine; My bitter draught will sweeter be To think it has not poisoned thine! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE DAY AND THE WORK by EDWIN MARKHAM THE GREY ROCK by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS SONNETS FROM THE PORTUGUESE: 38 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING THE HAYSTACK IN THE FLOODS by WILLIAM MORRIS (1834-1896) THE TENT ON THE BEACH: 2. THE WRECK OF RIVERMOUTH by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER ON READING 'VORTICIST POEM ON LOVE' by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS |