I GO, sweet friends! yet think of me When spring's young voice awakes the flowers; For we have wandered far and free In those bright hours, the violet's hours. I go; but when you pause to hear From distant hills the Sabbath-bell On summer-winds float silvery clear, Think on me then -- I loved it well! Forget me not around your hearth, When cheerly smiles the ruddy blaze; For dear hath been its evening mirth To me, sweet friends, in other days. And oh! when music's voice is heard To melt in strains of parting woe, When hearts to love and grief are stirred, Think of me then! I go, I go! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IN THE PINK' by SIEGFRIED SASSOON A DESCRIPTION OF THE MORNING by JONATHAN SWIFT AN HYMN TO THE EVENING by PHILLIS WHEATLEY IN PRAISE OF OLD AGE by ANAXANDRIDES WAR DEAD by PATRICK JOHN MCALISTER ANDERSON THE LAST DEMAND by FAITH BALDWIN OUT A-NUTTEN by WILLIAM BARNES |