LOVE the ripe harvest of my toils Began to cherish with his smiles, Preparing me to be indued With all the joys I long pursued, When my fresh hopes, fair and full blown, Death blasts, ere I could call my own. Malicious Death! why with rude force Dost thou my Fair from me divorce? False Life! why in this loathed chain Me from my Fair dost thou detain? In whom assistance shall I find? Alike are Life and Death unkind. Pardon me, Love; thy power outshines, And laughs at their infirm designs. She is not wedded to a tomb, Nor I to sorrow in her room. They, what thou join'st, can ne'er divide She lives in me, in her I died. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SOLILOQUY OF A TURKEY by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR COUNT THAT DAY LOST by MARY ANN EVANS MARY MAGDALENE by GEORGE HERBERT THE BASE OF ALL METAPHYSICS by WALT WHITMAN ON THE KING'S ILLNESS by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD WARPED FLOWER by SHEILA BARBOUR THRENODY by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES THE NEW WORLD; TO THE PEOPLE OF THE UNITED STATES by LAURENCE BINYON |