OUR hearts, my love, were doom'd to be The genuine twins of Sympathy: They live with one sensation: In joy or grief, but most in love, Our heart-strings musically move, And thrill with like vibration. How often have I heard thee say, Thy vital pulse shall cease to play When mine no more is moving! Since, now, to feel a joy @3alone@1 Were worse to thee than feeling none: Such sympathy in loving! And, oh! how often in those eyes, Which melting beam'd, like azure skies In dewy vernal weather -- How often have I raptured read The burning glance, that silent said, "Now, love, @3we feel together!@1" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO W.P.: 4 by GEORGE SANTAYANA ON ANOTHER'S SORROW, FR. SONGS OF INNOCENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE THIRD BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 20 by THOMAS CAMPION ENGLAND'S DEAD by FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS HIS RETURN TO LONDON by ROBERT HERRICK THE HOUSE-TOP; A NIGHT PIECE by HERMAN MELVILLE MESSIAH; A SACRED ECLOGUE IN IMITATION OF VIRGIL'S POLLIO by ALEXANDER POPE |