Oh! place me where the burning noon Forbids the wither'd flower to blow; Or place me in the frigid zone, On mountains of eternal snow: Let me pursue the steps of Fame, Or Poverty's more tranquil road; Let youth's warm tide my veins inflame, Or sixty winters chill my blood: Tho' my fond soul to heaven were flown, Or tho' on earth 'tis doom'd to pine, Prisoner or free -- obscure or known, My heart, O Laura, still is thine. Whate'er my destiny may be, That faithful heart still burns for thee! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE PRISONER OF CHILLON: INTRODUCTORY SONNET by GEORGE GORDON BYRON THE CAPTIVE LION by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES NATHAN HALE [SEPTEMBER 22, 1776] by FRANCIS MILES FINCH THE LADY AND THE SWINE by MOTHER GOOSE BLIND by LASCELLES ABERCROMBIE AGAMEMNON: WELCOME TO AGAMEMNON by AESCHYLUS INSCRIPTIONS: 4 by MARK AKENSIDE CHARLES EDWARD AT VERSAILLES ON THE ANNIVERSARY OF CULLODEN by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN |