Methinks the ills of life I fain would shun; But then I must shun life which is a blank: Even in my childhood oft my spirit sank Thinking of all that had still to be done. Among my many friends there is not one Like her with whom I sat upon the bank Willow-o'er-shadowed; from whose lips I drank A love more pure than streams that sing and run. But many times that joy has cost a sigh; And many times I in my heart have sought For the old comfort, and not found it yet: Surely in that calm day when I shall die The painful thought will be a blessed thought, And I shall sorrow that I must forget. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE ANGELS OF BUENA VISTA by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER PRINCETON by LYMAN WHITNEY ALLEN LIFE'S CURTAIN by EMMA MAGIN BISSELL SANDY STAR: 2. LAUGHING IT OUT by WILLIAM STANLEY BRAITHWAITE POMEGRANATES by RUTH FOSS BREWER IN RETROSPECT by MARGARET E. BRUNER ABSENT YET PRESENT by EDWARD GEORGE EARLE LYTTON BULWER-LYTTON |