Already to mine eyelids' shore The gathering waters swell, For thinking of the grief in store When thou wilt say 'Farewell.' I dare not let thee leave me, sweet, Lest it should be for ever; Tears dew my kisses ere we meet, Foreboding we must sever: Since we can neither meet nor part, Methinks the moral is, sweetheart, That we must dwell together. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SATIRES OF CIRCUMSTANCE: 11. IN THE RESTAURANT by THOMAS HARDY SONG FOR DECORATION DAY by HELEN C. BACON THE ARTIST PHILOSOPHER by DAISY MAUD BELLIS PSALM 7. DOMINE DEUS MEUS by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE THE EMBRYO by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN THE MARCH BEE by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |