O SAY, thou best and brightest, My first love and my last, When he, whom now thou slightest, From life's dark scene hath past, Will kinder thoughts then move thee? Will pity wake one thrill For him who lived to love thee, And dying loved thee still? If when, that hour recalling From which he dates his woes, Thou feel'st a tear-drop falling, Ah, blush not while it flows: But, all the past forgiving, Bend gently o'er his shrine , And say, "This heart, when living, With all its faults, was mine. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CLERICAL OPPRESSORS by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER IN VINCULIS; SONNETS WRITTEN IN AN IRISH PRISON: THE TWO VOICES by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT I WOULD I COULD DANCE by HELEN M. BROUGH DISCONTENT by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING LINES SUPPOSED TO HAVE BEEN WRITTEN BY BURNS by ROBERT BURNS A POETICAL VERSION OF A LETTER, FROM THE EARL OF ESSEX TO SOUTHAMPTON by JOHN BYROM |