Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE IMPROVISATRICE: SONG, by LETITIA ELIZABETH LANDON Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Farewell - we shall not meet again Last Line: Came sweet upon the midnight wind. Alternate Author Name(s): L. E. L.; Maclean, Letitia | ||||||||
FAREWELL! -- we shall not meet again As we are parting now! I must my beating heart restrain -- Must veil my burning brow! Oh, I must coldly learn to hide One thought, all else above -- Must call upon my woman's pride To hide my woman's love! Check dreams I never may avow; Be free, be careless, cold as thou! Oh! those are tears of bitterness, Wrung from the breaking heart, When two blest in their tenderness Must learn to live -- apart! But what are they to that long sigh, That cold and fixed despair, That weight of wasting agony It must be mine to bear! Methinks I should not thus repine, If I had but one vow of thine. I could forgive inconstancy To be one moment loved by thee! With me the hope of life is gone The sun of joy is set; One wish my soul still dwells upon -- The wish it could forget. I would forget that look, that tone, My heart hath all too dearly known. But who could ever yet efface From memory love's enduring trace? All may revolt, all may complain -- But who is there may break the chain? Farewell! -- I shall not be to thee More than a passing thought; But every time and place will be With thy remembrance fraught! Farewell! we have not often met -- We may not meet again; But on my heart the seal is set Love never sets in vain! Fruitless as constancy may be, No chance, no change, may turn from thee One who has loved thee wildly, well -- But whose first love-vow breathed -- farewell? AND lays which only told of love In all its varied sorrowing, The echoes of the broken heart, Were all the songs I now could sing. Legends of olden times in Greece, When not a flower but had its tale; When spirits haunted each green oak; When voices spoke in every gale; When not a star shone in the sky Without its own love history. Amid its many songs was one That suited well with my sick mind. I sang it when the breath of flowers Came sweet upon the midnight wind. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FELICIA HEMANS by LETITIA ELIZABETH LANDON THE CASTLE OF CHILLON by LETITIA ELIZABETH LANDON THE FACTORY; 'TIS AN ACCURSED THING! by LETITIA ELIZABETH LANDON THE FEMALE CONVICT by LETITIA ELIZABETH LANDON THE MARRIAGE VOW by LETITIA ELIZABETH LANDON A CHILD SCREENING A DOVE FROM A HAWK, BY STEWARDSON by LETITIA ELIZABETH LANDON A COMPARISON by LETITIA ELIZABETH LANDON A GIRL AT HER DEVOTIONS, BY NEWTON by LETITIA ELIZABETH LANDON A HISTORY OF THE LYRE by LETITIA ELIZABETH LANDON A LADY'S BEAUTY by LETITIA ELIZABETH LANDON |
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