Fate gave the word, the arrow sped, And pierc'd my darling's heart; And with him all the joys are fled Life can to me impart. By cruel hands the sapling drops, In dust dishonour'd laid; So fell the pride of all my hopes, My age's future shade. The mother-linnet in the brake Bewails her ravish'd young; So I, for my lost darling's sake, Lament the live-day long. Death, oft I've feared thy fatal blow. Now, fond, I bare my breast; O, do thou kindly lay me low With him I love, at rest! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BROWN THRUSH by LUCY LARCOM THE MERRY SUMMER MONTHS by WILLIAM MOTHERWELL THE HEART OF THE SOURDOUGH by ROBERT WILLIAM SERVICE SONGS OF TRAVEL: 2. YOUTH AND LOVE: 1 by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON SONG; IN IMITATION OF SHAKESPEARE'S 'BLOW, BLOW, THOU WINTER WIND' by JAMES BEATTIE HOW BARRE, VERMONT, WAS NAMED by DANIEL LEAVENS CADY |