@3Lucasta.@1 TELL me, Alexis, what this parting is, That so like dying is, but is not it. @3Alexis.@1 It is a swounding for a while from bliss, Till kind "How do you?" calls us from the fit. If then the spirits only stray, let mine Fly to thy bosom. @3Lucasta.@1 And my soul to thine. @3Chorus@1 Thus in our native seat we gladly give Our right for one where we can better live. @3Lucasta.@1 But ah this ling'ring, murd'ring farewell! Death quickly wounds, and wounding cures the ill. @3Alexis.@1 It is the glory of a valiant lover Still to be dying, still for to recover. @3Chorus@1 Soldiers suspected of their courage go, That ensigns and their breasts untorn show: Love near his standard when his host he sets, Creates alone fresh-bleeding bannerets. @3Alexis.@1 But part we when thy figure I retain Still in my heart, still strongly in mine eye? @3Lucasta.@1 Shadows no longer than the sun remain, But when his beams, that made 'em, fly, they fly. @3Chorus@1 Vain dreams of love! that only so much bliss Allow us, as to know our wretchedness; And deal a larger measure in our pain, By showing joy, then hiding it again. @3Alexis.@1 No, whilst light reigns, Lucasta still rules here, And all the night shines wholly in this sphere. @3Lucasta.@1 I know no morn but my Alexis' ray, To my dark thoughts the breaking of the day. @3Chorus@1 @3Alexis.@1 So in each other if the pitying sun Thus keep us fix'd, ne'er may his course be run! @3Lucasta.@1 And oh! if night us undivided make, Let us sleep still, and sleeping, never wake! @3The Close@1 Cruel adieus may well adjourn awhile The sessions of a look, a kiss, or smile, And leave behind an angry grieving blush; But time nor fate can part us joined thus. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FALSE FRIENDS-LIKE by WILLIAM BARNES TWELVE ARTICLES by JONATHAN SWIFT IN MEMORIAM A.H.H.: 119 by ALFRED TENNYSON SONNET: EUTERPE by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH FOUR SONNETS: 1 by FRANK DAVIS ASHBURN |