REMEMBER him thou leav'st behind, Whose heart is warmly bound to thee, Close as the tenderest links can bind A heart as warm as heart can be. Oh! I had long in freedom roved, Though many seem'd my soul to share; 'Twas passion when I thought I loved, 'Twas fancy when I thought them fair. E'en she, my muse's early theme, Beguiled me only while she warm'd; 'Twas young Desire that fed the dream, And reason broke what passion form'd. But thou -- ah! better had it been If I had still in freedom roved, If I had ne'er thy beauties seen, For then I never should have loved! Then all the pain which lovers feel Had never to my heart been known; But, ah! the joys which lovers steal, Should they have ever been my own? Oh! trust me, when I swear thee this, Dearest! the pain of loving thee, The very pain, is sweeter bliss Than passion's wildest ecstasy! That little cage I would not part, In which my soul is prison'd now, For the most light and winged heart That wantons on the passing vow. Still, my beloved! still keep in mind, However far removed from me, That there is one thou leav'st behind, Whose heart respires for only thee! And though ungenial ties have bound Thy fate unto another's care; That arm, which clasps thy bosom round, Cannot confine the heart that's there. No, no! that heart is only mine By ties all other ties above, For I have wed it at a shrine Where we have had no priest but Love! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WHAT THING A BIRD WOULD LOVE by ROBERT FROST DOMESDAY BOOK: GEORGE JOSLIN ON LA MENKEN by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE LITTLE BLACK-EYED REBEL by WILLIAM MCKENDREE CARLETON THE CONVERGENCE OF THE TWAIN; LINES ON LOSS OF THE TITANIC by THOMAS HARDY HYMN TO THE NIGHT by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW TROAS: ACT II. LATTER END OF THE CHORUS by LUCIUS ANNAEUS SENECA SONNET: 9. TO THE RIVER LODON by THOMAS WARTON THE YOUNGER |