THY song has taught my heart to feel Those soothing thoughts of heavenly love Which o'er the sainted spirits steal When listening to the spheres above! When, tired of life and misery, I wish to sigh my latest breath, O Emma! I will fly to thee, And thou shalt sing me into death! And if along thy lip and cheek That smile of heavenly softness play, Which, -- ah! forgive a mind that's weak, -- So oft has stolen my mind away; Thou'lt seem an angel of the sky, That comes to charm me into bliss: I'll gaze and die -- Who would not die, If death were half so sweet as this? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SECRET LOVE; SONG by JOHN CLARE OVERTONES by WILLIAM ALEXANDER PERCY SHELLEY AND TRELAWNEY by JULIA COOLEY ALTROCCHI ON BEING ASKED IF ONE WAS A NUMBER, REPLY TO MR. HOUGHTON by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD ON THE BACKWARDNESS OF THE SPRING 1771 by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD BENEDICITE by ANNA CALLENDER BRACKETT ODE ON ASTRONOMY; WRITTEN FOR THE PRIZE AT CAMBRIDGE by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE |