WHEN he who adores thee has left but the name Of his fault and his sorrows behind, Oh! say, wilt thou weep, when they darken the fame Of a life that for thee was resign'd? Yes, weep, and however my foes may condemn, Thy tears shall efface their decree; For Heaven can witness, though guilty to them, I have been but too faithful to thee. With thee were the dreams of my earliest love; Every thought of my reason was thine; In my last humble prayer to the Spirit above, Thy name shall be mingled with mine. Oh! blest are the lovers and friends who shall live The days of thy glory to see; But the next dearest blessing that Heaven can give Is the pride of thus dying for thee. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...YOUTH IMPERTURBABLE by CONRAD AIKEN THE LOVER IN HELL by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET JASPER by DONALD (GRADY) DAVIDSON JAWEH AND ALLAH BATTLE by ALLEN GINSBERG THE BLACK RUNNER by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON STUDY FOR A GEOGRAPHICAL TRAIL; 4. NEW JERSEY by CLARENCE MAJOR |