LOVE, should I fear death most for you or me? Yet if you die, can I not follow you, Forcing the straits of change? Alas! but who Shall wrest a bond from night's inveteracy, Ere yet my hazardous soul put forth, to be Her warrant against all her haste might rue?-- Ah! in your eyes so reached what dumb adieu, What unsunned gyres of waste eternity? And if I die the first, shall death be then A lampless watchtower whence I see you weep?-- Or (woe is me!) a bed wherein my sleep Ne'er notes (as death's dear cup at last you drain), The hour when you too learn that all is vain And that Hope sows what Love shall never reap? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A SHROPSHIRE LAD: 19. TO AN ATHLETE DYING YOUNG by ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN THE DUG-OUT by SIEGFRIED SASSOON CONSOLATION by STANLEY KILNER BOOTH SONNETS FROM THE PORTUGUESE: 8 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING AT THE CONVENT NEAR SAINT GALL by JAMES COCHRANE EPITAPH by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE |