NEVER wedding, ever wooing, Still a love-lorn heart pursuing, Read you not the wrong you're doing In my cheek's pale hue? All my life with sorrow strewing; Wed, or cease to woo. Rivals banished, bosoms plighted, Still our days are disunited; Now the lamp of hope is lighted, Now half quenched appears, Damped, and wavering, and benighted, Midst my sighs and tears. Charms you call your dearest blessing, Lips that thrill at your caressing, Eyes a mutual soul confessing, Soon you'll make them grow Dim, and worthless your possessing, Not with age, but wo! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A MIDSUMMER'S NOON IN THE AUSTRALIAN FOREST by CHARLES HARPUR ANOTHER GRACE FOR A CHILD by ROBERT HERRICK THE BABY, FR. AT THE BACK OF THE NORTH WIND by GEORGE MACDONALD MEROPE; A TRAGEDY by MATTHEW ARNOLD LILIES: 26. THE PSYCHE-SERVICE by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) MY BATH by JOHN STUART BLACKIE |