I FEEL the shadow on my brow, The sickness at my heart! Alas! I look on those I love, And am so sad to part. If I could leave my love behind, Or watch from yonder sky With holy and enduring care, I were not loath to die. But death is terrible to Love: And yet a love like mine Trusts in the heaven from whence it came, And feels it is divine. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PSALM 133 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE THE PASSING YEAR by MATHILDE BLIND RECOGNITION by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE |