METHINKS that if my spirit could behold Its earthly habitation void and chill, Whence all its time-encircled good and ill Expanded to eternity, 't would fold Its trembling pinions o'er the bosom cold, Recalling there the pulse's wonted thrill, And lean, perchance, to catch the echo still That erst in life the dream of passion told. How calm the dissolution! Could she spurn Her spouse, so late, and brother? Could she trace The strange familiar lineaments, and mark The doom of her own writing in the face, To find, alas! no more the vital spark, Nor breathe one sigh of pity to return? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO A FRIEND by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD OFF THE GROUND by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE THE MARSEILLAISE by CLAUDE JOSEPH ROUGET DE LISLE THE DISCOVERY; SONNET by JOHN COLLINGS SQUIRE THE HAPPY NIGHTINGALE by PHILIP AYRES VERSES, OCCASIONED BY AN AFFECTING INSTANCE OF SUDDEN DEATH by BERNARD BARTON |