Go then, if she whose shade thou art No more will let thee soothe my pain -- Yet tell her, it has cost this heart Some pangs, to give thee back again! Tell her, the smile was not so dear, With which she made thy semblance mine As bitter is the burning tear, With which I now the gift resign! Yet go -- and could she still restore, As some exchange for taking thee, The tranquil look which first I wore, When her eyes found me wild and free Could she give back the careless flow, The spirit which my fancy knew -- Yet, ah! 'tis vain -- go, picture, go -- Smile at me once, and then -- adieu! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...QUATRAIN: FATE by RALPH WALDO EMERSON DAFFODILS by LIZETTE WOODWORTH REESE THE BATTLE-CRY OF FREEDOM by GEORGE FREDERICK ROOT SONNET: 110 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE MEDITATION AT KEW by ANNA WICKHAM TO THE ROSE UPON THE ROOD OF TIME by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS AGAMEMNON: THE BEACONS by AESCHYLUS |