THOU to whose power my hopes, my joys, I give, O fondly loved! my bosom's dearest care! Earth, which denied to lend thy form a grave, Yields not one spell to soothe my deep despair! Yes! the wild seas entomb those charms divine, Dark o'er thy head th' eternal billows roll; But while one ray of life or thought is mine, Still shalt thou live, the inmate of my soul. And if the tones of my uncultured song Have power the sad remembrance to prolong, Of love so ardent, and of faith so pure; Still shall my verse thine epitaph remain, Still shall thy charms be deathless in my strain, While Time, and Love, and Memory shall endure, | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LAMENT FOR THE DEATH OF EOGHAN RUADH (OWEN ROE) O'NEIL by THOMAS OSBORNE DAVIS THE LATTER DAY by THOMAS HASTINGS CHEERFULNESS TAUGHT BY REASON by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING FOURTH BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 11 by THOMAS CAMPION SONGS OF THE SEA CHILDREN: 24 by BLISS CARMAN PALAMON AND ARCITE, OR THE KNIGHT'S TALE: BOOK 1 by GEOFFREY CHAUCER |