FRIEND of my soul! this goblet sip, 'Twill chase that pensive tear; 'Tis not so sweet as woman's lip, But, oh! 'tis more sincere. Like her delusive beam, 'Twill steal away thy mind: But, like Affection's dream, It leaves no sting behind! Come, twine the wreath, thy brows to shade; These flow'rs were cull'd at noon; -- Like woman's love the rose will fade, But, ah! not half so soon! For though the flower's decay'd, Its fragrance is not o'er; But once when love 's betray'd, The heart can bloom no more! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FOR A RETURN by A. A. ANDRIELLO SONNET TO THE KYNGE by THEODORE AGRIPPA D' AUBIGNE THE CALL OF THE DESERT by EMILY BALDWIN SONNET: 17 by RICHARD BARNFIELD THE WALL by ABBIE FARWELL BROWN |