As we had been in heart, now link'd in hand, Green Learmonth and the Cheviots left behind, Homeward 'twas ours by pastoral Tweed to wind, Through the Arcadia of the Border-land: Vainly would words portray my feelings, when (A dreary chasm of separation past) Fate gave thee to my vacant arms at last, And made me the most happy man of men. Accept these trifles, lovely and beloved, And haply, in the days of future years, While the far past to memory reappears, Thou may'st retrace these tablets, not unmoved, Catherine! whose holy constancy was proved By all that deepest tries, and most endears. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FIVE KERNELS OF CORN [APRIL, 1622] by HEZEKIAH BUTTERWORTH THE OLD WOMAN by JOSEPH CAMPBELL INTOXICATION by EMILY DICKINSON ON SEEING THE ELGIN MARBLES by JOHN KEATS ON THE 'VITA NUOVA' OF DANTE by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI BATUSCHKA by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH THE FASHIONS, 1806 by LEWIS BEACH TRUST by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN HINC LACHRIMAE; OR THE AUTHOR TO AURORA: 10 by WILLIAM BOSWORTH |