XII. 1. FORGET thee! no, that wish is vain— Through every chance and change of ill This hopeless heart, this aching brain, Shall guard thy worshipped image still. 2. That image which from boyhood's hour,— Though sometimes in the shifting scene I missed awhile its purer power,— Hath still my fancy's idol been. 3. And what my spirit's worst despair Could ne'er resign through all the past, Now stamped again so freshly there Shall lingering haunt me to the last. 4. And though the path before me spread Can lead but through a waste of pain, I'll think at every step I tread Thy smile may meet me once again. 5. That sometimes as I range along The desert of my future doom, Thy star-light look the clouds among May brighten life's surrounding gloom. 6. Yes, where my sighs can never reach From far I shall behold thee shining, And Time perhaps may almost teach My soul to gaze without repining. 7. But rather bless the kind decree Which kept thy cup unmixed with mine; My bitter draught will sweeter be To think it has not poisoned thine! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ASTROPHEL AND STELLA: 68 by PHILIP SIDNEY THE GLOW-WORM by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH SONNET AGAINST THE DISPRAYSERS OF POETRIE by RICHARD BARNFIELD THE TITANIC by KATHARINE LEE BATES THE PYXIDANTHERA by AUGUSTA COOPER BRISTOL THE INDIAN BASKET WEAVER by CAREY YATES BUSBY THIRD BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 22 by THOMAS CAMPION SONGS OF THE SEA CHILDREN: 79 by BLISS CARMAN LINES TO A PUMPING ENGINE FOR A RELIGIOUS HOUSE: 1. OLD STYLE by FLORENCE CONVERSE |