Oh, ever skill'd to wear the form we love! To bid the shapes of fear and grief depart; Come, gentle Hope! with one gay smile remove The lasting sadness of an aching heart. Thy voice, benign enchantress! let me hear; Say that for me some pleasures yet shall bloom, That Fancy's radiance, Friendship's precious tear, Shall soften, or shall chase, misfortune's gloom. But come not glowing in the dazzling ray, Which once with dear illusions charm'd the eye; O! strew no more, sweet flatterer! on my way The flowers I fondly thought too bright to die; Visions less fair will soothe my pensive breast, That asks not happiness, but longs for rest! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...NIGHTINGALES by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES SPANIARDS' GRAVES AT THE ISLES OF SHOALS by CELIA LEIGHTON THAXTER THE LAKE ISLE OF INNISFREE by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS THE SHRINE OF VENUS by ANTIPATER OF SIDON MEDITATIONS IN GREAT BEALINGS CHURCH-YARD by BERNARD BARTON LOVE SONNET by GEORGE HENRY BOKER SUNSET IN AUTUMN by MADISON JULIUS CAWEIN |