BEAUTEOUS cradle of my sorrow, Beauteous grave of all my peace, Beauteous town, we part to-morrow, Fare thee well, our ties must cease! Fare thee well, thou threshold holy, Where my loved one sets her feet! Fare thee well, thou spot so holy, Where we chanced at first to meet! Would that we had been for ever Stangers, queen of hearts so fair! Then it would have happen'd never That I'm driven to despair. Ne'er to stir thy bosom thought I, For thy love I never pray'd; Silently to live but sought I Where thy breath its balm convey'd Yet thou spurn'st me in my sadness, Bitter words thy mouth doth speak, In my senses riots madness, And my heart is faint and weak And my limbs, in wanderings dreary, Sadly drag I, full of gloom, Till I lay my head all weary In a chilly distant tomb. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONNET TO THE RIVER OTTER by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE RUNNING THE BATTERIES by HERMAN MELVILLE BRIDAL BALLAD by EDGAR ALLAN POE THE FISHER'S BOY by HENRY DAVID THOREAU URANIA; THE WOMAN IN THE MOON: THE FOURTH CANTO, OR LAST QUARTER by WILLIAM BASSE THE RAKE'S PROGRESS by CHARLES WILLIAM BRODRIBB |