WHEN sad the parting word we hear, That seems of past delights to tell; Who then, without a sacred tear, Can say farewell ? And are we ever doomed to mourn, That e'en our joys may lead to pain ? Alas ! the rose without a thorn We seek in vain. When friends endeared by absence meet, Their hours are crowned with every treasure; Too soon the happy moments fleet On wings of pleasure. But when the parting hour is nigh, What feeling breast their woes can tell ? With many a prayer and tender sigh They bid farewell. Yet Hope may charm their grief away, And pour her sweet enchanting strain, That friends beloved -- some future day, Shall meet again. Her aid the fair deceiver lends, To dry the tears which sadly fell; And calm the sorrow which attends The last farewell. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WHEN I WAS A BIRD by KATHERINE MANSFIELD MATRES DOLOROSAE by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES GOD by GABRIEL ROMANOVITCH DERZHAVIN YOUR HANDS by ANGELINA WELD GRIMKE CRADLE SONG AT TWILIGHT by ALICE MEYNELL VALENTINES TO MY MOTHER: 1880 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI THE HOUSE OF LIFE: THE SONNET (INTRODUCTION) by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI |