ADIEU! adieu! Bright eye of blue, With ebbless oceans in thy hue; Unloved, unblest, I cannot rest, While thou art waving to the West. His prayer surceased, The Golden Priest Hath chanted Masses in the East; And soon will skim The river's rim, To sing his dying vesper hymn. I think—I think, If I could sink Beyond this juggling orbit's brink, That I might drown The Demon's frown Where suns and satellites go down. Farewell! farewell! My bonnie belle, I dungeon what I cannot quell; Distraction's slave, I weep and rave, While prophets warn me from the grave. A wretch abhorred, I broke my sword Upon the buckler of the Lord; I feel the shock, Upon my rock, While the foul condors round me flock. Adieu! adieu! Sad eye of blue; I've wrecked my life within thy hue. I grieve, I grieve, And yet I live To know the future God may give. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MOUNTAIN WATER by SARA TEASDALE LOVE by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS BRUCE AND THE SPIDER by BERNARD BARTON BOOKER T. WASHINGTON by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR THE JEWISH CEMETERY AT NEWPORT by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW THE DAY-DREAM: THE SLEEPING BEAUTY by ALFRED TENNYSON CHRISTMAS AFTER WAR by KATHARINE LEE BATES WILD WEATHER by KATHARINE LEE BATES FAMILIAR EPISTLES ON A SERMON, 'OFFICE & OPERATIONS OF HOLY SPIRIT': 4 by JOHN BYROM |