Go, Valentine, and tell that lovely maid Whom fancy still will portray to my sight, How here I linger in this sullen shade, This dreary gloom of dull monastic night. Say, that from every joy of life remote At evening's closing hour I quit the throng, Listening in solitude the ring-dove's note, Who pours like me her solitary song. Say, that her absence calls the sorrowing sigh; Say, that of all her charms I love to speak, In fancy feel the magic of her eye, In fancy view the smile illume her cheek, Court the lone hour when silence stills the grove, And heave the sigh of memory and of love. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SING-SONG; A NURSERY RHYME BOOK: 119 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI THE WOUND-DRESSER by WALT WHITMAN POETIC STUFF by MORRIS GILBERT BISHOP A GLASS O' ALE by DANIEL CARMICHAEL A PASSING SONG by GUY WETMORE CARRYL |