I No riches from his scanty store My lover could impart; He gave a boon I valued more—— He gave me all his heart! II His soul sincere, his gen'rous worth, Might well this bosom move; And when I ask'd for bliss on earth, I only meant his love. III But now for me, in search of gain From shore to shore he flies: Why wander riches to obtain, When love is all I prize? IV The frugal meal, the lowly cot If blest my love with thee! That simple fare, that humble lot, Were more than wealth to me. V While he the dang'rous ocean braves, My tears but vainly flow: Is pity in the faithless waves To which I pour my woe? VI The night is dark, the waters deep, Yet soft the billows roll; Alas! at every breeze I weep—— The storm is in my soul. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EFFIGY OF A NUN (SIXTEENTH CENTURY) by SARA TEASDALE THE LAST WILL AND TESTAMENT OF THE OLD GREY MARE by MOTHER GOOSE THE SENSITIVE PLANT by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY MAN'S INHUMANITY TO MAN by ALBERT LINDLEY BEANE WIND IN THE WILLOWS by VERNE TAYLOR BENEDICT HYMN TO HORUS by MATHILDE BLIND |