FORBEAR, my soul the recollection Of woes, thou art too weak to cope; -- Come Mem'ry take a retrospection Of years that smil'd in joy and hope. When fancy, through the future roaring Would to my view sweet scenes pourtray -- Her flight, the flow'ry path exploring, Where Joy and Pleasure lov'd to stray. Bright scenes! -- on thee I dwell delighted, And lose th' remembrance of my woes: How sweet the thought of you, when blighted Is ev'ry prospect of repose. While on life's troubled ocean driven, By ev'ry gale of fortune tost; How sweet appears the peaceful haven I left behind on youth's bright coast. Yet, what I cherish as a treasure, Is but the illusion of a dream: I wake -- and quick dissolves each pleasure, As dew before the sun's bright beam. Long, long I've felt thy scourge, O Sorrow! By all the ills of life depresst: But HOPE dwells cheerful on that morrow, When I shall find substantial rest. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE ROSE (2) by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI THE SUN'S TRAVELS by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON THE OLD KIRK YARD by THOMAS HAYNES BAYLY SONNET TO A LADY ON THE DEATH OF MRS. --. by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD SONNETS FROM THE PORTUGUESE: 9 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING |