Forsake me not so soon, Castara, stay, And as I break the prison of my clay I'll fill the canvas with my expiring breath, And sail with thee o'er the vast main of Death. Some cherubim thus, as we pass, shall play: "Go, happy twins of love!" -- the courteous sea Shall smooth her wrinkled brow; the winds shall sleep, Or only whisper music to the deep; Every ungentle rock shall melt away, The sirens sing to please, not to betray; The indulgent sky shall smile; each starry quire Contend, which shall afford the brighter fire. While Love, the pilot, steers his course so even Ne'er to cast anchor till we reach at Heaven. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LAUGHTER (YOUTH SPEAKS TO HIS OWN OLD AGE) by CONRAD AIKEN FRAGMENTS INTENDED FOR DEATH'S JEST-BOOK: A BEAUTIFUL NIGHT by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES AN ODE UPON A QUESTION WHETHER LOVE SHOULD CONTINUE FOREVER by EDWARD HERBERT WAPENTAKE; TO ALFRED TENNYSON by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW A PAUSE by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI FOR THE YOUNGEST by CHARLES WESLEY |