GOD! do not let my loved one die, But rather wait until the time That I am grown in purity Enough to enter thy pure clime, Then take me, I will gladly go, So that my love remain below! O, let her stay! She is by birth What I through death must learn to be; We need her more on our poor earth Than thou canst need in heaven with thee: She hath her wings already, I Must burst this earth-shell ere I fly. Then, God, take me! We shall be near, More near than ever, each to each: Her angel ears will find more clear My heavenly than my earthly speech; And still, as I draw nigh to thee, Her soul and mine shall closer be. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ROSE AYLMER by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR THE MORAL FABLES: THE TALE OF THE TWO MICE by AESOP PETITION (1) by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE MEMORIES by MINNIE MCKINNON BOGGS SUCH STUFF AS DREAMS ARE MADE ON by BERTON BRALEY |