COULDST thou look as dear, as when First I sigh'd for thee, Couldst thou make me feel again Every wish I breathed thee then, Oh, how blissful life would be! Hopes that now beguiling leave me, Joys that lie in slumber cold, All would wake, couldst thou but give me One dear smile like those of old. Oh! there's nothing left us now, But to mourn the past: -- Vain was every ardent vow, Never yet did Heaven allow Love so warm, so wild, to last. Not even Hope could now deceive me, Life itself looks dark and cold; Oh! thou never more canst give me, One dear smile like those of old. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SUMMER NIGHT-BROADWAY by LOUIS UNTERMEYER ULYSSES AND THE SIREN by SAMUEL DANIEL VIRTUE [OR, VERTUE] by GEORGE HERBERT AT MAGNOLIA CEMETERY by HENRY TIMROD THE BIRTHDAY CROWN by WILLIAM ALEXANDER (1824-1911) GREENES FUNERALLS: SONNET 12 by RICHARD BARNFIELD THE VALLEY OF FERN: PART 1 by BERNARD BARTON |