AND so we twain must part! Oh linger yet, And let me still feed my glance upon thine eyes. Forget not, love, the days of our delight, And I our nights of bliss shall ever prize. In dreams thy shadowy image I shall see, Oh, even in my dream be kind to me! Though I were dead, I none the less would hear Thy step, thy garment rustling on the sand. And if thou waft me greetings from the grave, I shall drink deep the breath of that cold land. Take thou my days, command this life of mine, If it can lengthen out the space of thine. No voice I hear from lips death-pale and chill, Yet deep within my heart it echoes still, My frame remains—my soul to thee yearns forth. A shadow I must tarry still on earth. Back to the body dwelling here in pain, Return, my soul, make haste and come again! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WINTER: MY SECRET by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI FAREWELL OF A VIRGINIA SLAVE MOTHER TO HER DAUGHTERS SOLD INTO BONDAGE by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER PSALM 33. EXULTATE JUSTI by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE FIELD WIRELESS by BENJAMIN ALBERT BOTKIN DEDICATIONS AND INSCRIPTIONS: 7. FAREWELL TO WHITE-NIGHTS by GORDON BOTTOMLEY VIVAMUS by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES |