I GO, sweet friends! yet think of me When spring's young voice awakes the flowers; For we have wandered far and free In those bright hours, the violet's hours. I go; but when you pause to hear From distant hills the Sabbath-bell On summer-winds float silvery clear, Think on me then -- I loved it well! Forget me not around your hearth, When cheerly smiles the ruddy blaze; For dear hath been its evening mirth To me, sweet friends, in other days. And oh! when music's voice is heard To melt in strains of parting woe, When hearts to love and grief are stirred, Think of me then! I go, I go! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LUMINOUS HANDS OF GOD by ELEANOR WARFIELD KENLY BACON AN ELEGY ON THE UNTIMELY DEATH OF THOMAS AYLEWORTH, SLAIN AT CROYDON by WILLIAM BROWNE (1591-1643) TROILUS AND CRESSIDA [CRISEYDE]: BOOK 5 by GEOFFREY CHAUCER THE MUSIC OF THE WORLD AND OF THE SOUL by ARTHUR HUGH CLOUGH THE BOROUGH: LETTER 1. GENERAL DESCRIPTION [OR INTRODUCTION] by GEORGE CRABBE THE BLACK RIDERS: 29 by STEPHEN CRANE |