I Here, here are our enjoyments done, And since the Love and grief we weare Forbids us either word or teare, And Art wants here expression, See Nature furnish us with one. II The kind and mournfull Nimph which here Inhabits in her humble Cells, No longer her own Sorrow tells, Nor for it now concern'd appears, But for our parting sheds these tears. III Unless she may afflicted be, Least we should doubt her Innocence; Since she hath lost her best pretence Unto a matchless purity; Our love being clearer far than she. IV Cold as the streams that from her flow, Or (if her privater recess A greater coldness can express) Then cold as those dark beds of snow Our hearts are at this parting blow. V But Time, that has both wings and feet, Our suffering Minutes being Spent, Will visit us with new content; And sure, if kindness be so sweet 'Tis harder to forget then meet. VI Then though the sad Adieu we say, Yet as the wine we hither bring, Revives, and then exalts the Spring; So let our hopes to meet allay, The fears and Sorrows of this day. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE EXPANDED COMPOSITION by CLARENCE MAJOR IN A LECTURE-ROOM by ARTHUR HUGH CLOUGH SING-SONG; A NURSERY RHYME BOOK: 45 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI A BATTLE BALLAD TO GENERAL J.E. JOHNSTON by FRANCIS ORRERY TICKNOR PANEGYRIC by ABU BAKR MUHUMMAD |