FRIEND of my soul! this goblet sip, 'Twill chase that pensive tear; 'Tis not so sweet as woman's lip, But, oh! 'tis more sincere. Like her delusive beam, 'Twill steal away thy mind: But, like Affection's dream, It leaves no sting behind! Come, twine the wreath, thy brows to shade; These flow'rs were cull'd at noon; -- Like woman's love the rose will fade, But, ah! not half so soon! For though the flower's decay'd, Its fragrance is not o'er; But once when love 's betray'd, The heart can bloom no more! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BURIAL OF BOSTON CORBETT (ONE WARDEN TO ANOTHER) by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THIRD BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 7. OF PLEASURE AND PAIN by THOMAS CAMPION AT THE CLOSED GATE OF JUSTICE by JAMES DAVID CORROTHERS WHEN DEY 'LISTED COLORED SOLDIERS by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR TO JOHN DONNE (1) by BEN JONSON DRAPIER'S HILL by JONATHAN SWIFT |