BEHOLD, behold me, whether thou Art dwelling with the Shades below Or with the Gods above: With thee were even the Gods more blest . . I wish I could but share thy rest As once I shared thy love. 'Twas in this garden where I lean Against thy tombstone, once the scene Of more than mortal bliss, That loiter'd our Ternissa; sure She left me that her love was pure; It gave not kiss for kiss. Faint was the blush that overspread Thro' loosen'd hair her dying head; One name she utter'd, one She sigh'd and wept at; so wilt thou, If any sorrows reach thee now . . 'Twas not @3Leontion@1. Wert thou on earth thou wouldst not chide The gush of tears I could not hide Who ne'er hid aught from thee. Willing thou wentest on the way She went . . and am I doom'd to stay? No; we soon meet, all three. The flowers she cherisht I will tend, Nor gather, but above them bend And think they breathe her breath. Ah, happy flowers! ye little know Your youthful nurse lies close below, Close as in life in death. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TREES by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS DEATH'S JEST-BOOK: SIBYLLA'S DIRGE by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES THE ARGUMENT OF HIS BOOK by ROBERT HERRICK THOUGHTS WHILE PACKING A TRUNK by CHRISTOPHER DARLINGTON MORLEY THE PATRIOTIC MERCHANT PRINCE by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS |