Oh! place me where the burning noon Forbids the wither'd flower to blow; Or place me in the frigid zone, On mountains of eternal snow: Let me pursue the steps of Fame, Or Poverty's more tranquil road; Let youth's warm tide my veins inflame, Or sixty winters chill my blood: Tho' my fond soul to heaven were flown, Or tho' on earth 'tis doom'd to pine, Prisoner or free -- obscure or known, My heart, O Laura, still is thine. Whate'er my destiny may be, That faithful heart still burns for thee! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CONTRA MORTEM: THE STONE by HAYDEN CARRUTH CONTRA MORTEM: THE VILLAGE by HAYDEN CARRUTH THE SAVING WAY by HAYDEN CARRUTH IMAGINARY ANCESTORS: THE GIRAFFE WOMAN OF BURMA by MADELINE DEFREES LETTER TO JOSEPH WARREN by ROBERT FROST THE LAST MAN'S CLUB by JAMES GALVIN BENEDICTION by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON |