Permit me, Julia, now to goe away; Or by thy love, decree me here to stay. If thou wilt say, that I shall live with thee; Here shall my endless Tabernacle be: If not, (as banisht) I will live alone There, where no language ever yet was known. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LILY, FR. SONGS OF EXPERIENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE THE SOLSEQUIUM by ALEXANDER MONTGOMERIE |