COME, tell me where the maid is found, Whose heart can love without deceit, And I will range the world around, To sigh one moment at her feet. Oh! tell me where's her sainted home, What air receives her blessed sigh, A pilgrimage of years I'll roam To catch one sparkle of her eye! And if her cheek be rosy bright, While truth within her bosom lies, I'll gaze upon her morn and night, Till my heart leave me through my eyes! Show me on earth a thing so rare, I'll own all miracles are true; To make one maid sincere and fair, Oh! 'tis the utmost Heaven can do! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A SONG FROM THE COPTIC by JOHANN WOLFGANG VON GOETHE MOZART'S REQUIEM by FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS THE SUPPLIANT by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON LAMENT OF THE FRONTIER GUARD by LI PO FALSTAFF'S SONG by EDMUND CLARENCE STEDMAN UNCLE OUT O' DEBT AN' OUT O' DANGER by WILLIAM BARNES |