THOUGH Fate, my girl, may bid us part, Our souls it cannot, shall not sever; The heart will seek its kindred heart, And cling to it as close as ever. But must we, must we part indeed? Is all our dream of rapture over? And does not Julia's bosom bleed To leave so dear, so fond a lover? Does @3she@1 too mourn? -- Perhaps she may; Perhaps she weeps our blisses fleeting: But why is Julia's eye so gay, If Julia's heart like mine is beating? I oft have loved the brilliant glow Of rapture in her blue eye streaming -- But can the bosom bleed with woe, While joy is in the glances beaming? No, no! -- Yet, love, I will not chide, Although your heart @3were@1 fond of roving: Nor that, nor all the world beside, Could keep your faithful boy from loving. You'll soon be distant from his eye, And, with you, all that's worth possessing. Oh! then it will be sweet to die, When life has lost its only blessing! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PEACE by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS RESIGNATION by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW THE CHILD ALONE: 7. THE LAND OF STORY-BOOKS by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON A GENTLE ECHO ON WOMAN (IN THE DORIC MANNER) by JONATHAN SWIFT |