She had left all on earth for him, Her home of wealth, her name of pride, And now his lamp of love was dim, And, sad to tell, she had not died. She watched the crimson sun's decline, From some lone rock that fronts the sea, -- "I would, O burning heart of mine, There were an ocean-rest for thee. "The thoughtful moon awaits her turn, The stars compose their choral crown, But those soft lights can never burn, Till once the fiery sun is down." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LILY, FR. SONGS OF EXPERIENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE THE FORGOTTEN GRAVE by EMILY DICKINSON UNDER THE WHARF by IDA COLE BARTLATT DESCRIPTION OF TUNBRIDGE by JOHN BYROM OBSERVATIONS IN THE ART OF ENGLISH POESY: 21. ELEGIAC VERSE: THE FOURTH EPIGRAM by THOMAS CAMPION |