Innsbruck, I must be leaving, And go my way with grieving In foreign lands, alack! My joy has all been taken, A stranger and forsaken, I cannot call it back. Great pain my life must darken, And thou alone must hearken To my lamenting, dear. Into thy heart, oh, take me, There warm with kindness make me, When I am far from here. Oh, thou most comfort-spending, My love shall be unending, Staunch, true, without a stain. God keep thee with His guiding, Thy virtues be abiding, Until I come again. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE EXPANDED COMPOSITION by CLARENCE MAJOR SLEEPLESS NIGHT by SARA TEASDALE THE SONG OF THE SMOKE by WILLIAM EDWARD BURGHARDT DU BOIS JOGGIN' ERLONG by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR INTO BATTLE by JULIAN GRENFELL A CHRISTMAS CAROL (1) by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI THE SHEPHERD-BOY AND THE WOLF by AESOP |