I SING to @3him!@1 I dream he hears The song he used to love, And oft that blessed fancy cheers And bears my thoughts above. Ye say, 't is idle thus to dream -- But why believe it so? It is the spirit's meteor gleam, To soothe the pang of woe. Love gives to nature's voice a tone That true hearts understand, -- The sky, the earth, the forest lone Are peopled by his wand; Sweet fancies all our pulses thrill While gazing on a flower, And from the gently whisp'ring rill Are heard the words of power. I breathe the dear and cherish'd name, And long-lost scenes arise; Life's glowing landscape spreads the same The same Hope's kindling skies; -- The violet bank, the moss-fringed seat Beneath the drooping tree, The clock that chimed the hour to meet, My buried love, with thee; -- O, these are all before me, when In fancy's realms I rove; Why urge me to the world again? Why say the ties of love, That death's cold, cruel grasp has riven, Unite no more below? I'll sing to him, -- for though in heaven. He surely heeds my wo! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON AN UNFINISHED STATUE BY MICHAEL ANGELO by GEORGE SANTAYANA FROM THE WOOLWORTH TOWER by SARA TEASDALE THE ANGLER'S SONG by WILLIAM BASSE ULTIMA THULE: DEDICATION by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW TO LUCASTA, [ON] GOING TO THE WARS by RICHARD LOVELACE FATA MORGANA by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS |