Dear to my heart as life's warm stream, Which animates this mortal clay, For thee I court the waking dream, And deck with smiles the future day; And thus beguile the present pain With hopes that we shall meet again. Yet will it be, as when the past Twin'd every joy and care and thought, And o'er our minds one mantle cast Of kind affections finely wrought? Ah, no! the groundless hope were vain, For so we ne'er can meet again! May he who claims thy tender heart Deserve its love, as I have done! For, kind and gentle as thou art, If so belov'd, thou'rt fairly won. Bright may the sacred torch remain, And cheer thee till we meet again! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PROTESTS (AFTER A PAINTING BY HUGO BALLIN) by LOUIS UNTERMEYER THE BLISSFUL DAY by ROBERT BURNS GREENNESS by ANGELINA WELD GRIMKE THE MAD MAID'S SONG by ROBERT HERRICK ODE ON INDOLENCE by JOHN KEATS MONNA INNOMINATA, A SONNET OF SONNETS: 7 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI TALL NETTLES by PHILIP EDWARD THOMAS |