Go, Valentine, and tell that lovely maid Whom fancy still will portray to my sight, How here I linger in this sullen shade, This dreary gloom of dull monastic night. Say, that from every joy of life remote At evening's closing hour I quit the throng, Listening in solitude the ring-dove's note, Who pours like me her solitary song. Say, that her absence calls the sorrowing sigh; Say, that of all her charms I love to speak, In fancy feel the magic of her eye, In fancy view the smile illume her cheek, Court the lone hour when silence stills the grove, And heave the sigh of memory and of love. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AELLA: THE MINSTREL'S SONG by THOMAS CHATTERTON THE BLACK RIDERS: 1 by STEPHEN CRANE LOVE AND TIME by WALTER RALEIGH SING-SONG; A NURSERY RHYME BOOK: 114 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI ON A GREEK VASE by FRANK DEMPSTER SHERMAN THE WELL OF ST. KEYNE by ROBERT SOUTHEY THE WINDOW; OR, THE SONG OF THE WRENS: MARRIAGE MORNING by ALFRED TENNYSON |