ADIEU, fond love, farewell you wanton powers! I am free again. Thou dull disease of blood and idle hours, Bewitching pain, Fly to fools, that sigh away their time, My nobler love to heaven doth climb, And there behold beauty still young, That time can ne'er corrupt, nor death destroy, Immortal sweetness by fair angels sung, And honoured by eternity and joy: There lies my love, thither my hopes aspire, Fond love declines, this heavenly love grows higher. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HYMN TO MONT BLANC [IN THE VALE OF CHAMOUNI] by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE FABLE: THE MOUNTAIN AND THE SQUIRREL by RALPH WALDO EMERSON THE LEPER by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE ON THE LATE S.T. COLERIDGE by WASHINGTON ALLSTON TOM JONES by JAMES HAY BEATTIE A 'FIRST IMPRESSION': TOKYO by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN CONCERT PARTY: BUSSEBOOM by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |