Can'st thou forget, O! Idol of my soul! Thy Sappho's voice, her form, her dulcet lyre! That melting every thought to fond desire, Bade sweet delirium o'er thy senses roll? Can'st thou, so soon, renounce the blessed control That calmed with pity's tears love's raging fire, While Hope, slow breathing on the trembling wire, In every note with soft persuasion stole? Oh! Sovereign of my heart! return! return! For me no spring appears, no summers bloom, No sunbeams glitter, and no altars burn! The mind's dark winter of eternal gloom, Shows 'midst the waste a solitary urn, A blighted laurel, and a moldering tomb! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A HYMN; AFTER READING 'LEAD, KINDLY LIGHT' by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR THE HARVEST MOON; SONNET by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW TO THE LADYBIRD by MOTHER GOOSE MONT BLANC; LINES WRITTEN IN THE VALE OF CHAMOUNI by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY MY SHADOW by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 46. AL-WASI'H by EDWIN ARNOLD PROVERBS 25, SELECTION by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE |