SOME kind angel, gently flying, Moved with pity at my pain, Tell Corinna, I am dying, Till with joy we meet again. Tell Corinna, since we parted, I have never known delight; And soon shall be broken-hearted, If I longer want her sight. Tell her how her lover, mourning, Thinks each lazy day a year; Cursing every morn returning, Since Corinna is not here. Tell her too, not distant places, Will she be but true and kind, Joined with time and change of faces, E'er shall shake my constant mind. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...INSTANS TYRANNUS by ROBERT BROWNING SORROW by AUBREY THOMAS DE VERE HE HAD HIS DREAM by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR SONNET: 23. ON HIS DECEASED WIFE by JOHN MILTON RICH AND POOR; OR, SAINT AND SINNER by THOMAS LOVE PEACOCK |