WELL -- peace to thy heart, though another's it be, And health to thy cheek, though it bloom not for me! To-morrow, I sail for those cinnamon groves Where nightly the ghost of the Carribee roves, And, far from thine eye, oh! perhaps, I may yet Its seduction forgive and its splendour forget! Farewell to Bermuda, and long may the bloom Of the lemon and myrtle its valleys perfume; May spring to eternity hallow the shade, Where Ariel has warbled and Waller has stray'd! And thou -- when, at dawn, thou shalt happen to roam Through the lime-cover'd alley that leads to thy home Where oft, when the dance and the revel were done, And the stars were beginning to fade in the sun, I have led thee along, and have told by the way What my heart all the night had been burning to say -- Oh! think of the past -- give a sigh to those times, And a blessing for me to that alley of limes! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A SOLDIER LISTENS by JEAN STARR UNTERMEYER FOR A' THAT AND A' THAT by CHARLES WILLIAM SHIRLEY BROOKS THE HEART OF THE TREE by HENRY CUYLER BUNNER CINQUAIN: SUSANNA AND THE ELDERS by ADELAIDE CRAPSEY FOUR LITTLE FOXES by LEW SARETT |