@3Lucasta.@1 TELL me, Alexis, what this parting is, That so like dying is, but is not it. @3Alexis.@1 It is a swounding for a while from bliss, Till kind "How do you?" calls us from the fit. If then the spirits only stray, let mine Fly to thy bosom. @3Lucasta.@1 And my soul to thine. @3Chorus@1 Thus in our native seat we gladly give Our right for one where we can better live. @3Lucasta.@1 But ah this ling'ring, murd'ring farewell! Death quickly wounds, and wounding cures the ill. @3Alexis.@1 It is the glory of a valiant lover Still to be dying, still for to recover. @3Chorus@1 Soldiers suspected of their courage go, That ensigns and their breasts untorn show: Love near his standard when his host he sets, Creates alone fresh-bleeding bannerets. @3Alexis.@1 But part we when thy figure I retain Still in my heart, still strongly in mine eye? @3Lucasta.@1 Shadows no longer than the sun remain, But when his beams, that made 'em, fly, they fly. @3Chorus@1 Vain dreams of love! that only so much bliss Allow us, as to know our wretchedness; And deal a larger measure in our pain, By showing joy, then hiding it again. @3Alexis.@1 No, whilst light reigns, Lucasta still rules here, And all the night shines wholly in this sphere. @3Lucasta.@1 I know no morn but my Alexis' ray, To my dark thoughts the breaking of the day. @3Chorus@1 @3Alexis.@1 So in each other if the pitying sun Thus keep us fix'd, ne'er may his course be run! @3Lucasta.@1 And oh! if night us undivided make, Let us sleep still, and sleeping, never wake! @3The Close@1 Cruel adieus may well adjourn awhile The sessions of a look, a kiss, or smile, And leave behind an angry grieving blush; But time nor fate can part us joined thus. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WAITING - BOTH by THOMAS HARDY A TRIP TO PARIS AND BELGIUM: 16. ANTWERP TO GHENT by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI EARTH TRIUMPHANT by CONRAD AIKEN ODE TO LUDLOW CASTLE by LUCY AIKEN THE SORCERESS OF THE MOON by WILLIAM ROSE BENET TO NIMUE by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT ON THE DEATH OF AN INFANT OF FIVE DAYS OLD by ELIZABETH BOYD |