Oh! place me where the burning noon Forbids the wither'd flower to blow; Or place me in the frigid zone, On mountains of eternal snow: Let me pursue the steps of Fame, Or Poverty's more tranquil road; Let youth's warm tide my veins inflame, Or sixty winters chill my blood: Tho' my fond soul to heaven were flown, Or tho' on earth 'tis doom'd to pine, Prisoner or free -- obscure or known, My heart, O Laura, still is thine. Whate'er my destiny may be, That faithful heart still burns for thee! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...REPORT OF AN ADJUDGED CASE, NOT TO BE FOUND IN ANY BOOKS by WILLIAM COWPER FOR THE BAPTIST by WILLIAM DRUMMOND OF HAWTHORNDEN SMOKING SPIRITUALIZED by RALPH ERSKINE MAIDEN MELANCHOLY by RAINER MARIA RILKE HOPE AND FEAR by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE THE WATER WHEEL by ABU ABD ALLAH HINC LACHRIMAE; OR THE AUTHOR TO AURORA: 47 by WILLIAM BOSWORTH |