Love me to-day and think not on to-morrow! Come, take my hands, and lead me out of doors, There in the fields let us forget our sorrow, Talking of Venice and Ionian shores; -- Talking of all the seas innumerable Where we will sail and sing when I am well; Talking of Indian roses gold and red, Which we will plait in wreaths -- when I am dead. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SUPPLICATION by JOSEPH SEAMON COTTER JR. MOLLY PITCHER [JUNE 28, 1778] by LAURA ELIZABETH HOWE RICHARDS THE IMMORTALS by ISAAC ROSENBERG COWBOY VERSUS BRONCHO by JAMES BARTON ADAMS THE MESSIAH by MABEL WARREN ARNOLD EPISTLE TO DR. ENFIELD ON HIS REVISITING WARRINGTON IN 1789 by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD ROMANCE OF BRUNETTES AND BLONDES by JACQUES BARON HUNTING: EPILOGUE. TO HAVE A FAITHFUL FRIEND by JULIANA BERNERS |