COMPANION dear! the hour draws nigh The sentence speeds -- to die, to die. So long in mystic union held, So close with strong embrace compell'd, How canst thou bear the dread decree, That strikes thy clasping nerves from me? -- To Him who on this mortal shore, The same encircling vestment wore, To Him I look, to Him I bend, To Him thy shuddering frame commend. -- If I have ever caus'd thee pain, The throbbing breast, the burning brain, With cares and vigils turn'd thee pale, And scorn'd thee when thy strength did fail -- Forgive! -- Forgive! -- thy task doth cease, Friend! Lover! -- let us part in peace. If thou didst sometimes check my force, Or, trifling, stay mine upward course, Or lure from Heaven my wavering trust, Or bow my drooping wing to dust -- I blame thee not, the strife is done, I knew thou wert the weaker one, The vase of earth, the trembling clod, Constrained to hold the breath of God. -- Well hast thou in my service wrought, Thy brow hath mirror'd forth my thought, To wear my smile thy lip hath glow'd, Thy tear, to speak my sorrows, flowed, Thine ear hath borne me rich supplies Of sweetly varied melodies, Thy hands my prompted deeds have done, Thy feet upon mine errands run -- Yes, thou hast mark'd my bidding well, Faithful and true! farewell, farewell. -- Go to thy rest. A quiet bed Meek mother Earth with flowers shall spread, Where I no more thy sleep may break With fever'd dream, nor rudely wake Thy wearied eye. Oh, quit thy hold, For thou art faint, and chill, and cold, And long thy gasp and groan of pain Have bound me pitying in thy chain, Though angels urge me hence to soar, Where I shall share thine ills no more. -- Yet we shall meet. To soothe thy pam Remember -- we shall meet again. Quell with this hope the victor's sting, And keep it as a signet-ring, When the dire worm shall pierce thy breast, And nought but ashes mark thy rest, When stars shall fall, and skies grow dark, And proud suns quench their glow-worm spark, Keep thou that hope, to light thy gloom, Till the last trumpet rends the tomb. -- Then shalt thou glorious rise, and fair, Nor spot, nor stain, nor wrinkle bear, And, I with hovering wing elate, The bursting of thy bonds shall wait, And breathe the welcome of the sky -- "No more to part, no more to die, Co-heir of Immortality." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A SONNET, TO THE NOBLE LADY, THE LADY MARY WROTH by BEN JONSON WHEN SHE COMES HOME by JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY YELLOW CLOVER by KATHARINE LEE BATES THE LAST MAN: SUBTERRANEAN CITY by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES |