'TIS you not I, have chosen. Love, go free! No cry of mine shall hold you on your way. I wept above the dead Past yesterday: -- Let it lie now where all fair dead things be, Beneath the waves of Time's all-whelming sea. Forget it or remember -- come what may -- The time is past when one could bid it stay: What boots it any more to you or me? It was my life -- what matter? -- I am dead, And if I seem to move, or speak, or smile, If some strange round of being still I tread And am not buried, for a little while, Yet, look you, Love, I am not what I seem: I died when died my faith in that dear dream. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE OLD SEXTON by PARK BENJAMIN TO MRS. THRALE [ON HER COMPLETING HER THIRTY-FIFTH YEAR] by SAMUEL JOHNSON (1709-1784) CHARACTERS: SUSANNAH BARBAULD MARISSAL by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD I'M SADDEST WHEN I SING by THOMAS HAYNES BAYLY PSALM 115 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE PSALM 9, SELECTION by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE |