IN moments to delight devoted, 'My life!' with tenderest tone, you cry; Dear words! on which my heart had doted, If youth could neither fade nor die. To death even hours like these must roll, Ah! then repeat those accents never; Or change 'my life!' into 'my soul!' Which, like my love, exists for ever. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HYMN: FIRST SUNDAY AFTER EPIPHANY: 2 by REGINALD HEBER PSALM 88 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE LARABELLE; CANTO FIRST by LEVI BISHOP THE BEGGAR AND THE DIVINE by JOHN BYROM A PASTORAL DIALOGUE: CELIA, CLEON by THOMAS CAREW |