LOVE, should I fear death most for you or me? Yet if you die, can I not follow you, Forcing the straits of change? Alas! but who Shall wrest a bond from night's inveteracy, Ere yet my hazardous soul put forth, to be Her warrant against all her haste might rue?-- Ah! in your eyes so reached what dumb adieu, What unsunned gyres of waste eternity? And if I die the first, shall death be then A lampless watchtower whence I see you weep?-- Or (woe is me!) a bed wherein my sleep Ne'er notes (as death's dear cup at last you drain), The hour when you too learn that all is vain And that Hope sows what Love shall never reap? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MY LAST DUCHESS; FERRRA by ROBERT BROWNING THE LONELY HOUSE by EMILY DICKINSON TROPIC NIGHTFALL by ROBERT AVRETT SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 47 by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) THE UNKNOWN SHEPHERD'S COMPLAINT by RICHARD BARNFIELD THE LAST MAN: DREAM OF DYING by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES L'INDIFFERENT; WATTEAU; THE LOUVRE by KATHERINE HARRIS BRADLEY |