SHOULD Love, the tyrant of my suffering heart, Yet long enough protract his votary's days, To see the lustre from those eyes depart, The lode-stars now that fascinate my gaze; To see rude Time the living roses blight, That o'er thy cheek their loveliness unfold, And, all unpitying, change thy tresses bright, To silvery whiteness, from their native gold; Oh! then thy heart an equal change will prove, And mourn the coldness that repelled my love, When tears and penitence will all be vain; And I shall see thee weep for days gone by, And in thy deep regret aud fruitless sigh, Find amplest vengeance for my former pain. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE CLOISTER by ISAAC ROSENBERG THE SHPEHERD'S HOUR by PAUL VERLAINE A BALLADE OF SUICIDE by GILBERT KEITH CHESTERTON THE PLANTATION CHILD'S LULLABY by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR NATHAN HALE [SEPTEMBER 22, 1776] by FRANCIS MILES FINCH THE BROOK; AN IDYL: THE BROOK'S SONG by ALFRED TENNYSON |