Behold the hour, the boat, arrive! My dearest Nancy, O farewell! Severed frae thee, can I survive, Frae thee whom I hae lov'd sae weel? Endless and deep shall be my grief; LNae ray of comfort shall I see, But this most precious, dear belief, That thou wilt still remember me! Alang the solitary shore Where flitting sea-fowl round me cry, Across the rolling, dashing roar, I'll westward turn my wishful eye. "Happy thou Indian grove," I'll say, "Where now my Nancy's path shall be! While thro' your sweets she holds her way, O tell me, does she muse on me?" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE GARDEN YEAR by SARA COLERIDGE MEZZO CAMMIN by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW IF WE MUST DIE by CLAUDE MCKAY JACK CREAMER [OCTOBER 25, 1812] by JAMES JEFFREY ROCHE EUROPE; THE 72ND AND 73RD YEARS OF THESE STATES by WALT WHITMAN TO MISS KINDER, ON RECEIVING A NOTE DATED FEBRUARY 30TH by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD |