SWEET spirit! if thy airy sleep Nor sees my tears, nor hears my sighs, Oh! I will weep, in luxury weep, Till the last heart's-drop fills mine eyes. But if thy sainted soul can feel, And mingles in our misery; Then, then, my breaking heart I'll seal -- Thou shalt not hear one sigh from me! The beam of morn was on the stream, But sullen clouds the day deform: Thou wert, indeed, that morning beam, And death, alas! that sullen storm. Thou wert not form'd for living here, For thou wert kindred with the sky; Yet, yet we held thee all so dear, We thought thou wert not form'd to die! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PRELUDES: 1-4 (COMPLETE) by THOMAS STEARNS ELIOT THE BLACKBIRD by ALFRED TENNYSON CIRCE by AUGUSTA DAVIES WEBSTER THE JOURNEY OF LIFE by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT THE SHEPHERD'S TREE by JOHN CLARE AN EPITHALAMION, OR MARRIAGE SONG .. LADY ELIZABETH AND COUNT PALATINE by JOHN DONNE |