The shivering native who, by Tenglio's side, Beholds with fond regret the parting light Sink far away, beneath the darkening tide, And leave him to long months of dreary night, Yet knows, that springing from the eastern wave The sun's glad beams shall re-illume his way, And from the snows secured -- within his cave He waits in patient hope -- returning day. Not so the sufferer feels, who, o'er the waste Of joyless life, is destin'd to deplore Fond love forgotten, tender friendship past, Which, once extinguish'd, can revive no more! O'er the blank void he looks with hopeless pain; For him those beams of heaven shall never shine again. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO A WATERFOWL by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT ON A CARRIER WHO DIED OF DRUNKENNESS by GEORGE GORDON BYRON THE VICAR OF WAKEFIELD: SONG by OLIVER GOLDSMITH A SEA-SPELL (FOR A PICTURE) by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI HALVING IT WITH WITHER by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS ON THE MANTLEPIECE by JAMES LANE ALLEN |