OH! bring me one sweet orange-bough, To fan my cheek, to cool my brow; One bough, with pearly blossoms drest, And bind it, mother! on my breast! Go, seek the grove along the shore, Whose odours I must breathe no more; The grove where every scented tree Thrills to the deep voice of the sea. Oh! Love's fond sighs, and fervent prayer, And wild farewell, are lingering there: Each leaf's light whisper hath a tone My faint heart, even in death, would own. Then bear me thence one bough, to shed Life's parting sweetness round my head; And bind it, mother! on my breast When I am laid in lonely rest. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...GOD'S GARDEN by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON THE MAGNETIC MOUNTAIN: 32 by CECIL DAY LEWIS INVOCATION [TO LOVE] by WILLIAM DRUMMOND OF HAWTHORNDEN MAIDENHOOD by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW THE GREEN ROADS by PHILIP EDWARD THOMAS IN A GARRET by ELIZABETH AKERS ALLEN |