IF Love should faint, and half decline Below the fit meridian sign, And shorn of all his golden dress, His royal state and loveliness, Be no more worth a heart like thine, Let not thy nobler passion pine, But, with a charity divine, Let Memory ply her soft address If Love should faint; And oh! this laggard heart of mine, Like some halt pilgrim stirred with wine, Shall ache in pity's dear distress, Until the balms of thy caress To work the finished cure combine, If Love should faint. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE COMET AT YELL'HAM by THOMAS HARDY INCIDENTS IN THE LIFE OF MY UNCLE ARLY by EDWARD LEAR MODERN LOVE: 30 by GEORGE MEREDITH TO A BLOCKHEAD by ALEXANDER POPE A PRAYER FOR A VERY NEW ANGEL by VIOLET ALLEYN STOREY |