THY song has taught my heart to feel Those soothing thoughts of heavenly love Which o'er the sainted spirits steal When listening to the spheres above! When, tired of life and misery, I wish to sigh my latest breath, O Emma! I will fly to thee, And thou shalt sing me into death! And if along thy lip and cheek That smile of heavenly softness play, Which, -- ah! forgive a mind that's weak, -- So oft has stolen my mind away; Thou'lt seem an angel of the sky, That comes to charm me into bliss: I'll gaze and die -- Who would not die, If death were half so sweet as this? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MARY'S LAMB by SARAH JOSEPHA BUELL HALE TO LIZBIE BROWNE by THOMAS HARDY THE WINDHOVER: TO CHRIST OUR LORD by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS ODES: BOOK 2: ODE 1 by MARK AKENSIDE A WINTER TWILIGHT by ARLO BATES A FADING PHANTOM by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |