WHEN sad the parting word we hear, That seems of past delights to tell; Who then, without a sacred tear, Can say farewell ? And are we ever doomed to mourn, That e'en our joys may lead to pain ? Alas ! the rose without a thorn We seek in vain. When friends endeared by absence meet, Their hours are crowned with every treasure; Too soon the happy moments fleet On wings of pleasure. But when the parting hour is nigh, What feeling breast their woes can tell ? With many a prayer and tender sigh They bid farewell. Yet Hope may charm their grief away, And pour her sweet enchanting strain, That friends beloved -- some future day, Shall meet again. Her aid the fair deceiver lends, To dry the tears which sadly fell; And calm the sorrow which attends The last farewell. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A PROPER NEW BALLAD [ENTITLED THE FAIRIES' FAREWELL] by RICHARD CORBET AIRLY BEACON by CHARLES KINGSLEY WOODS IN WINTER by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW THE GYPSY by PHILIP EDWARD THOMAS FEATHERS ON THE GRASS by LAURA FRANCES ALEXANDER A THOUGHT ON DEATH by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD A MYSTERY by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON |