WHEN I am dust, and thou art quick and glad, Bethink thee, sometimes, what good cheer we had, -- What happy days beside the shining seas, Or by the twilight fire in careless ease, Reading the rhymes of some old poet lover, Or whispering our own love-story over. When thou hast mourned for me a fitting space, And set another in my vacant place, Charmed with her brightness, trusting in her truth, Warmed to new life by her beguiling youth, Be happy, dearest one, and surely know I would not have thee thy life's joys forego. Yet think of me sometimes, where cold and still I lie, who once was swift to do thy will, Whose lips so often answered to thy kiss, Who dying blessed thee for that bygone bliss, -- I pray thee do not bar my presence, quite, From thy new life, so full of new delight. I would not vex thee, waiting by thy side; My shadow should not chill thy fair young bride; Only bethink thee how alone I lie! -- To die and be forgotten were to die A double death; and I deserve of thee Some grace of memory, fair howe'er she be. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HOW WE BEAT THE FAVOURITE by ADAM LINDSAY GORDON THE MOURNING GARMENT: THE DESCRIPTION OF THE SHEPHERD AND HIS WIFE by ROBERT GREENE THE HIGHER GOOD by THEODORE PARKER THE TENT ON THE BEACH: 5. THE CHANGELING by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER THE LEAPING POLL by WILLIAM HERVEY ALLEN JR. |