ADIEU! adieu! Bright eye of blue, With ebbless oceans in thy hue; Unloved, unblest, I cannot rest, While thou art waving to the West. His prayer surceased, The Golden Priest Hath chanted Masses in the East; And soon will skim The river's rim, To sing his dying vesper hymn. I think—I think, If I could sink Beyond this juggling orbit's brink, That I might drown The Demon's frown Where suns and satellites go down. Farewell! farewell! My bonnie belle, I dungeon what I cannot quell; Distraction's slave, I weep and rave, While prophets warn me from the grave. A wretch abhorred, I broke my sword Upon the buckler of the Lord; I feel the shock, Upon my rock, While the foul condors round me flock. Adieu! adieu! Sad eye of blue; I've wrecked my life within thy hue. I grieve, I grieve, And yet I live To know the future God may give. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FINALITY by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON IMPELLED by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON TO SAMUEL COLERIDGE UPON HEARING HIS 'SOME I FEEL LIKE A MOTHERLESS..' by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON BEFORE DAWN; SONNET by AMY LOWELL GIANT RED WOMAN by CLARENCE MAJOR JOHN WILKES BOOTH AT THE FARM (JANUARY 12, 1848) by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |