TRUE love can ne'er forget; Fondly as when we met, Dearest, I love thee yet, My darling one!" Thus sung a minstrel gay His sweet impassion'd lay, Down by the ocean's spray At set of sun. But wither'd was the minstrel's sight, Morn to him was dark as night, Yet his heart was full of light, As he thus his lay begun. True love can ne'er forget; Fondly as when we met, Dearest, I love thee yet, My darling one! Long years are past and o'er, Since from this fatal shore, Cold hearts and cold winds bore My love from me." Scarcely the minstrel spoke, When quick, with flashing stroke, A boat's light oar the silence broke O'er the sea; Soon upon her native strand Doth a lovely lady land, While the minstrel's love-taught hand Did o'er his wild harp run: True love can ne'er forget, Fondly as when we met, Dearest, I love thee yet, My darling one one!" Where the minstrel sat alone, There, that lady fair hath gone, Within his hand she placed her own, The bard dropp'd on his knee; From his lips soft blessings came, He kiss'd her hand with truest flame, In trembling tones he named her name, Though her he could not see; But, oh!-the touch the bard could tell Of that dear hand, remember'd well, Ah!-by many a secret spell Can true love find her own! For true love can ne'er forget; Fondly as when they met; He loved his lady yet, His darling one. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE REVENGE OF RAIN-IN-THE-FACE by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW PETER STUYVESANT'S NEW YEAR'S CALL, 1 JAN. 1661 by EDMUND CLARENCE STEDMAN MEDITATION AT KEW by ANNA WICKHAM UPON HIS LEAVING HIS MISTRESS by JOHN WILMOT THE REQUEST. TO LOVE by PHILIP AYRES NIGHT LAUGHTER by LEONARD BACON (1887-1954) SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 50. MY LOVE by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) |