MORAVIANS their minstrelsy bring The death-bed with music to smooth: So you, lovely comforter, sing My pangs of departure to soothe! You sing -- but my silent adieu A sorrow still keener will prove: You lose but @3one friend who loves you@1, How @3many I lose whom I love!@1 When we go from each pleasure refined, Which the sense or the soul can receive With no hope in our wanderings to find One ray of the sunshine we leave: An adieu should in utterance die, Or if written, but faintly appear; Only heard thro' the burst of a sigh, Only read thro' the blot of a tear! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HORACE TO LEUCONOE by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON THE COAT OF FIRE by EDITH SITWELL ASSUNPINK AND PRINCETON [JANUARY 3, 1777] by THOMAS DUNN ENGLISH REBEL COLOR-BEARERS AT SHILOH by HERMAN MELVILLE EMBLEMS OF LOVE: 29. ALL NOT WORTH A REWARD by PHILIP AYRES TO ONE WHO DIED LAST YEAR by ANNA EMILIA BAGSTAD VERSES WRITTEN IN THE LEAVES OF AN IVORY POCKET-BOOK by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD |