IN thee, I fondly hoped to clasp A friend, whom death alone could sever; Till envy, with malignant grasp, Detach'd thee from my breast for ever. True, she has forced thee from my breast, Yet in my heart thou keep'st thy seat; There, there thine image still must rest, Until that heart shall cease to beat. And, when the grave restores her dead, When life again to dust is given, On thy dear breast I'll lay my head -- Without thee, where would be my heaven? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WHAT DO I CARE by SARA TEASDALE SECRET LOVE; SONG by JOHN CLARE THE BUGLER'S FIRST COMMUNION by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS YESTERDAY by CHARLES GRANGER BLANDEN STATUETTE by DOLORES DOROTHE BOST ODE by ANNE CHARLOTTE LYNCH BOTTA |