O Fairy form, O flower-like face, O piteous tender breast, Why did you come with your childish grace And trouble my heart's rest? The tide, my darling, is bitter and deep That washes that cruel shore. The happy lovers are those that sleep And love not any more. Calm filmy dreams thro' each tired head Flow softly, mingle and flow. The happy lovers are those that are dead, That died full long ago. O child, forgive me; I lie, I lie With an evil blasphemy! I lie to the clouds in the air above! I lie to the earth and the sea! The living, the living must worship love! The dead, the dead must be. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON SENDING MY SON AS A PRESENT TO DR. SWIFT by MARY BARBER THE LAST MAN: SWEET TO DIE by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES CONTRABAND by AVENELLE WILMETH BLAIR THE PASSER-BY by ABBIE FARWELL BROWN L'ENVOI by WILLA SIBERT CATHER THE TRAGEDY OF CHARLES, DUKE OF BYRON by GEORGE CHAPMAN (1559-1634) |