OUR hearts, my love, were doom'd to be The genuine twins of Sympathy: They live with one sensation: In joy or grief, but most in love, Our heart-strings musically move, And thrill with like vibration. How often have I heard thee say, Thy vital pulse shall cease to play When mine no more is moving! Since, now, to feel a joy @3alone@1 Were worse to thee than feeling none: Such sympathy in loving! And, oh! how often in those eyes, Which melting beam'd, like azure skies In dewy vernal weather -- How often have I raptured read The burning glance, that silent said, "Now, love, @3we feel together!@1" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SIX O'CLOCK by TRUMBULL STICKNEY NIGHT BY THE RIVER by MUHAMMAD AL-MU'TAMID II TOM JONES by JAMES HAY BEATTIE THE SLEEPING BEAUTY by MATHILDE BLIND A WOMAN'S SONNETS: 6 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |