SOME kind angel, gently flying, Moved with pity at my pain, Tell Corinna, I am dying, Till with joy we meet again. Tell Corinna, since we parted, I have never known delight; And soon shall be broken-hearted, If I longer want her sight. Tell her how her lover, mourning, Thinks each lazy day a year; Cursing every morn returning, Since Corinna is not here. Tell her too, not distant places, Will she be but true and kind, Joined with time and change of faces, E'er shall shake my constant mind. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...RIDDLE ON THE LETTER H (2) by CATHERINE MARIA FANSHAWE BREAK OF DAY IN THE TRENCHES by ISAAC ROSENBERG THE DREARY CHANGE by WALTER SCOTT THE BELLS OF YOUTH by WILLIAM SHARP THE GYPSY by PHILIP EDWARD THOMAS THE FADED VIOLET by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH TO A HUMMING BIRD by GLADYS ARNE |