HE left me for a foreign land: I could not even free One little tear to gem the hand That God had given me; For "I will follow soon, my dear," I laughed with girlish air, -- "The sun that cheers our pathway here Shall beam upon us there!" And so we parted. . . . Listen, God! -- I may not even free One little tear to dew the sod Where, sleeping peacefully, He waits in foreign lands -- my dear! But prophecy and prayer, -- "The sun that cheers our pathway here Shall beam upon us -- @3there!"@1 | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A MEDITATION ON RHODE ISLAND COAL by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT THE CANTERBURY TALES: THE GENERAL PROLOGUE by GEOFFREY CHAUCER ODES: BOOK 1: ODE 5. AGAINST SUSPICION by MARK AKENSIDE EXTEMPORE ON BEING SHOWN SHOE BUCKLES WORN BY DAVID GARRICK by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD |