PAIN and sorrow shall vanish before us, Youth may wither, but feeling will last: All the shadow that e'er shall fall o'er us, Love's light summer-cloud sweetly shall cast. Oh! if to love thee more Each hour I number o'er; If this a passion be Worthy of thee, Then, be happy, for thus I adore thee. Charms may wither, but feeling will last; All the shadow that e'er shall fall o'er thee, Love's light summer-cloud sweetly shall cast. Rest, dear bosom! no sorrow shall pain thee, Sighs of pleasure alone shalt thou steal; Beam, bright eyelid! no weeping shall stain thee, Tears of rapture alone thou shalt feel. Oh! if there be a charm In love to banish harm; If pleasure's truest spell Be to love well, Then, be happy, for thus I adore thee. Charms may wither, but feeling will last; All the shadow that e'er shall fall o'er thee, Love's light summer-cloud sweetly shall cast. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE RUSTIC LAD'S LAMENT IN THE TOWN by DAVID MACBETH MOIR TO MR. GAY, WHO WROTE HIM A CONGRATULATORY LETTER ON FINISHING HOUSE by ALEXANDER POPE QUATRAIN by CHARLES GRANGER BLANDEN DEATH OF CHILDHOOD BELIEFS by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN ON THE NATURE OF FREE GRACE by JOHN BYROM AD CHLOEN, M.A.; FRESH FROM HER CAMBRIDGE EXAMINATION by EDWARD JAMES MORTIMER COLLINS |