Entreat me not, I must not hear, Mark but this sorrow-beaming tear; Thy answer's written deeply now On this warm check and clouded brow; 'T is gleaming o'er this eye of sadness Which only near thee sparkles gladness. The hearts most dear to us are gone, And thou and I are left alone; Where'er thou wanderest, I will go, I'll follow thee through joy or woe; Shouldst thou to other countries fly, Where'er thou lodgest, there will I. Thy people shall my people be, And to thy God, I'll bend the knee; Whither thou fliest, will I fly, And where thou diest, I will die; And the same sod which pillows thee Shall fleshly, sweetly bloom for me. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AFTER DIVORCE; FOR NAHID SARMAD by KAREN SWENSON THE SABBATH OF THE SOUL by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD ONE CROWDED HOUR, FR. OLD MORTALITY by WALTER SCOTT ONLY A YEAR' by HARRIET BEECHER STOWE AVE ATQUE VALE; IN MEMORY OF CHARLES BAUDELAIRE by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE TO A YOUNG MAN ON THE PLATFORM OF A SUBWAY EXPRESS by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS |