Farewell, farewell, O noble heart! I dreamed That time nor death could from my side divorce Thy fair young life, beside whose pure bright course My earthly nature stationary seemed: Yet, by companionship, direction took And progress, as the bank runs with the brook; O round that mould which all thy mortal hath, Our children's, and about my own sere path, May these dim thoughts not fall as dry and vain But fruitful as March dust or April rain, Forerun the green, foretell the perfect day Of restoration, when in fields divine, And walking as of old, thy hand in mine, By the still waters we may softly stray. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONNET: 98 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE POEM FOR PICTURE: TO AN OIL PAINTING BY WINSLOW HOMER (DRIFTWOOD) by FRANK ANKENBRAND JR. THE AFFECTIONATE SHEPHERD; OR COMPLAINT OF DAPHNIS by RICHARD BARNFIELD FUNERAL by ETHEL SKIPTON BARRINGER THE ELDER WOMAN'S SONG: 4, FR. KING LEAR'S WIFE by GORDON BOTTOMLEY AT RICHMOND by WILLIAM ALLEN BUTLER A COMMENT ON THE SCRIPTURE: 'IN THE BEGINNING WAS THE WORD', JOHN, I,1 by JOHN BYROM A POETICAL VERSION OF A LETTER ON RESIGNATION, FROM JACOB BEHMEN by JOHN BYROM |