Genevieve was all to me, Heart to heart we toiled together; Shade in summer heat was she, Sunshine in the cloudy weather. Now alas, no more to me, Genevieve is dead. Genevieve was fair as May, Eyes that dreamed the light of heaven, Locks whereon the life beams lay, E'en in death to her were given; Sunshine sped in clouds away, Genevieve is dead. Genevieve, not all in vain Fell thy sands of life before me; Hope in every golden grain, Star-like glimmers to allure me To a life beyond the main, To a love not dead. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...STREET CRIES: 6. TO RICHARD WAGNER by SIDNEY LANIER OF MONEY by BARNABY (BARNABE) GOOGE SONG OF THE ENGINE by ALEXANDER ANDERSON THE TIME OF LOVE by FLORENCE E. BALDWIN A RIDDLE by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD THE LAST OF MAY IN VERMONT by DANIEL LEAVENS CADY |