As we had been in heart, now link'd in hand, Green Learmonth and the Cheviots left behind, Homeward 'twas ours by pastoral Tweed to wind, Through the Arcadia of the Border-land: Vainly would words portray my feelings, when (A dreary chasm of separation past) Fate gave thee to my vacant arms at last, And made me the most happy man of men. Accept these trifles, lovely and beloved, And haply, in the days of future years, While the far past to memory reappears, Thou may'st retrace these tablets, not unmoved, Catherine! whose holy constancy was proved By all that deepest tries, and most endears. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE DYING DECADENT by LOUIS UNTERMEYER THE VOYAGE TO VINLAND: 3. GUDRIDA'S PROPHECY by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL FIDELIS by ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTER TO THE FOUR COURTS, PLEASE by JAMES STEPHENS WILLIE AND HELEN by HEW AINSLIE |