THY latest leaf is shed, Life's beaming sun hath set; Thou sleep'st among the dead, But art remember'd yet, Not only to the last, Did I look up, and love; But now, when all is past, Thought follows thee above. While life had aught to give That might seem bliss to thee, I wish'd that thou might'st live, Though parted far from me. But when existence here Could suffering but increase; All, all who held thee dear Desir'd thy soul's release. It came, and thou art free, Nor can I mourn the stroke, Although, in losing thee, Some sweetest ties are broke. Farewell! belov'd, rever'd; We part, but to be nearer; Though much thy life endear'd, Death seems to make thee dearer! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DREAMS OLD AND NASCENT: NASCENT by DAVID HERBERT LAWRENCE FOR [OR TO] THOSE WHO FAIL by CINCINNATUS HEINE MILLER THE WORLD; SONNET by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH DEDICATIONS AND INSCRIPTIONS: 8. BEAM-VERSES AT WELL KNOWE by GORDON BOTTOMLEY THE WELL by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN THE ULTIMATE by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON |