Farewell! Such prayers as angels breathe Before the Throne on high, Still with thy name my lips enwreathe,— God will not let them die! So pure, so free from earthly taint, Are all my thoughts of thee, Angelic being, hallowed saint, Yea, Deity to me! I know this worship is in vain, I know thy heart's not mine; And oh! my God, I know the pain It costs me to resign. And more than e'er I love thee now, Now that all hopes are flown; In dreams again I kiss thy brow, And murmur still "Mine own!" Forgive me,—ah! too well I know Such words I should not speak; But breaking hearts will overflow, The fount the ocean seek. God bless thee! may thy days be joy, Thy life a constant Spring; Think sometimes of the earnest boy Alone 'neath Azrael's wing. Farewell! Beloved for evermore! Farewell, my soul's bright dream! Farewell, forget me never more, My last, my lost sunbeam! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO HIS FORSAKEN MISTRESS by ROBERT AYTON SONNET: ADDRESSED TO HAYDON (1) by JOHN KEATS LOVE SONGS TO JOANNES by MINA LOY SONNET: 2 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE CAROLINA [JANUARY, 1865] by HENRY TIMROD NOT TO BE MINISTERED TO by MALTBIE DAVENPORT BABCOCK OUT A-NUTTEN by WILLIAM BARNES |