THE hour arrived! I sigh'd and said, How soon the happiest hours are fled! On wings of down they lately flew, But then their moments pass'd with you; And still with you could I but be, On downy wings they'd always flee. Say, did you not, the way you went, Feel the soft balm of gay content? Say, did you not all pleasures find, Of which you left so few behind? I think you did: for well I know My parting prayer would make it so! May she, I said, life's choicest goods partake; Those, late in life, for nobler still forsake -- The bliss of one, th' esteem'd of many live, With all that Friendship would, and all that Love can give! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ONE CROWDED HOUR, FR. OLD MORTALITY by WALTER SCOTT FRANCE; THE 18TH YEAR OF THESE STATES by WALT WHITMAN A SONG ABOUT SINGING by ANNE REEVE ALDRICH PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 94. AL-HADI by EDWIN ARNOLD THE LAY OF THE LOVER'S FRIEND by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN ON THE DEATH OF MRS. JENNINGS by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD LILIES: 5. ETERNAL MURMURINGS by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) |