Genevieve was all to me, Heart to heart we toiled together; Shade in summer heat was she, Sunshine in the cloudy weather. Now alas, no more to me, Genevieve is dead. Genevieve was fair as May, Eyes that dreamed the light of heaven, Locks whereon the life beams lay, E'en in death to her were given; Sunshine sped in clouds away, Genevieve is dead. Genevieve, not all in vain Fell thy sands of life before me; Hope in every golden grain, Star-like glimmers to allure me To a life beyond the main, To a love not dead. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE COASTERS by THOMAS FLEMING DAY WHEN I'M KILLED by ROBERT RANKE GRAVES A SONG FOR MY FELLOWS by ALEXANDER ANDERSON THE SHEPHERD O' THE FARM by WILLIAM BARNES AND LOCUSTS BLOOM TOMORROW by MILDRED TELFORD BARNWELL |