AND so we twain must part! Oh linger yet, And let me still feed my glance upon thine eyes. Forget not, love, the days of our delight, And I our nights of bliss shall ever prize. In dreams thy shadowy image I shall see, Oh, even in my dream be kind to me! Though I were dead, I none the less would hear Thy step, thy garment rustling on the sand. And if thou waft me greetings from the grave, I shall drink deep the breath of that cold land. Take thou my days, command this life of mine, If it can lengthen out the space of thine. No voice I hear from lips death-pale and chill, Yet deep within my heart it echoes still, My frame remains—my soul to thee yearns forth. A shadow I must tarry still on earth. Back to the body dwelling here in pain, Return, my soul, make haste and come again! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE THRUSH'S NEST by JOHN CLARE TO MYRTILLA OF NEW YORK by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS THE MORAL FABLES: THE TALE OF THE COCK, AND THE JEWEL by AESOP DUSK; TO MADEMOISELLE MARIE LAURENCIN by GUILLAUME APOLLINAIRE EASTER (TO A BASE AND TWO TREBLES) by JOSEPH BEAUMONT THE LAST MAN: ROSILY DYING by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES THE LOVE SONNETS OF PROTEUS: 53. FAREWELL TO JULIET (15) by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |