OH! do not ask the Muse to show Or how we met, or how we part: The bliss, the pain, too well I know, That seize in turn this faithful heart. That meeting -- it was tumult all -- The eye was pleased, the soul was glad; But thus to memory I recall, And feel the parting doubly sad. Yes, it was pleasant so to meet For us, who fear'd to meet no more, When every passing hour was sweet -- Sweeter, we thought, than all before. When eye from eye new meanings steal, When hearts approach, and thoughts unite -- Then is, indeed, the time to feel, But, Laura! not a time to write. And when at length compell'd to part, When fear is strong, and fancy weak, When in some distant good the heart For present ease is forced to seek, -- When hurried spirits fall and rise, As on the changing views we dwell, How vainly then the sufferer tries In studied verse his pains to tell! Time brings, indeed, his slow relief, In whom the passions live and die; He gives the bright'ning smile to grief, And his the soft consoling sigh: Till then, we vainly wish the power To paint the grief, or use the pen: But distant far that quiet hour; And I must feel and grieve till then. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...VILLAGE IN LATE SUMMER by CARL SANDBURG THE LIVING DEAD by RALPH CHAPLIN THE PASSIONS: AN ODE FOR MUSIC by WILLIAM COLLINS (1721-1759) QUATRAIN: FATE by RALPH WALDO EMERSON CORINNA'S GOING A-MAYING by ROBERT HERRICK BRITANNIA TO COLUMBIA by ALFRED AUSTIN TO HIS DEAR FRIEND THOMAS RANDOLPH, ON HIS COMEDY 'THE JEALOUS LOVERS' by RICHARD BENEFIELD |