Tell me, thou soul of her I love, Ah! tell me, whither art thou fled; To what delightful world above, Appointed for the happy dead? Or dost thou, free, at pleasure roam, And sometimes share thy lover's wo; Where, void of thee, his cheerless home Can now, alas! no comfort know! Oh! if thou hover'st round my walk, While, under every well-known tree, I to thy fancied shadow talk, And every tear is full of thee: Should then the weary eye of grief, Beside some sympathetic stream, In slumber find a short relief, Oh, visit thou my soothing dream! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A SUMMER EVENING'S MEDITATION by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD THE DIVINE IMAGE, FR. SONGS OF INNOCENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE HOW THEY BROUGHT THE GOOD NEWS FROM GHENT TO AIX by ROBERT BROWNING SING-SONG; A NURSERY RHYME BOOK: 50 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI THE SAD SHEPHERD by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS TWELVE SONNETS: 9. WEARINESS by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) |