And here I stay, expecting now the doom And sentence of eternal joy, or grief, Which from thy sweet, or fatal lips must come, For while I live thou of my heart art chief; Then show thyself as thou desir'st to be, Unstain'd in all thy ways, in all upright, That following days with pure integrity, May sweet my sorrows past with some delight; And here I rest, expecting the regard Of faithful love, and his deserv'd reward. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...REMEMBERED WOMEN by CARL SANDBURG EPIGRAM: EHEU FUGACES by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM DINING-ROOM TEA by RUPERT BROOKE ALONZO THE BRAVE AND THE FAIR IMOGINE by MATTHEW GREGORY LEWIS SHE IS FAR FROM THE LAND by THOMAS MOORE |