The shadows deepen round me; take I will not say my last adieu, But, this faint verse; and for my sake Keep the last line I trace for you. The years that lightly touch your head, Nor steal away nor change one hair, Press upon mine with heavy tread And leave but barren laurels there. Another year I may not see, I may not all I hope in this, Receive then on your brow from me And give Rosina's lips the kiss. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PARTING AT MORNING by ROBERT BROWNING A BOOK OF AIRS SONG 18 by THOMAS CAMPION ALMANZOR & ALMAHIDE, OR THE CONQUEST OF GRANADA: PART 2. EPILOGUE by JOHN DRYDEN THE RUBAIYAT, 1879 EDITION: 48 by OMAR KHAYYAM THE FIRST GRAY HAIR by THOMAS HAYNES BAYLY HADRIAN IN EGYPT by GORDON BOTTOMLEY EPIGRAM WRITTEN AT INVERARY by ROBERT BURNS |