Behold the hour, the boat, arrive! My dearest Nancy, O farewell! Severed frae thee, can I survive, Frae thee whom I hae lov'd sae weel? Endless and deep shall be my grief; LNae ray of comfort shall I see, But this most precious, dear belief, That thou wilt still remember me! Alang the solitary shore Where flitting sea-fowl round me cry, Across the rolling, dashing roar, I'll westward turn my wishful eye. "Happy thou Indian grove," I'll say, "Where now my Nancy's path shall be! While thro' your sweets she holds her way, O tell me, does she muse on me?" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TOMMY [ATKINS] by RUDYARD KIPLING WORK by ALEKSANDR SERGEYEVICH PUSHKIN IN MEMORIAM A.H.H.: 67 by ALFRED TENNYSON THE THREE TROOPERS DURING THE PROTECTORATE by GEORGE WALTER THORNBURY THE DEATH OF HARRISON by NATHANIEL PARKER WILLIS THE CATHEDRAL PORCH by LAURENCE BINYON THE LOVE SONNETS OF PROTEUS: 51. FAREWELL TO JULIET (13) by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |