THE happiest mortals once were we, I lov'd Myra, Myra me; Each desirous of the blessing, Nothing wanting but possessing; I lov'd Myra, Myra me, The happiest mortals once were we. But since cruel fates dissever, Torn from love, and torn for ever, Tortures end me, Death befriend me; Of all pains the greatest pain Is to love -- and love in vain. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BREST LEFT BEHIND by JOHN CHIPMAN FARRAR NATURE'S QUESTIONING by THOMAS HARDY ON THE PORTRAIT OF SHAKESPEARE by BEN JONSON VILLANELLE OF CITY AND COUNTRY by ZOE AKINS ON SENDING MY SON AS A PRESENT TO DR. SWIFT by MARY BARBER THE SUNKEN LANE by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |