O SAY, thou best and brightest, My first love and my last, When he, whom now thou slightest, From life's dark scene hath past, Will kinder thoughts then move thee? Will pity wake one thrill For him who lived to love thee, And dying loved thee still? If when, that hour recalling From which he dates his woes, Thou feel'st a tear-drop falling, Ah, blush not while it flows: But, all the past forgiving, Bend gently o'er his shrine , And say, "This heart, when living, With all its faults, was mine. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO THE UNKNOWN EROS: BOOK 1: 10. THE TOYS by COVENTRY KERSEY DIGHTON PATMORE A CHILD'S SONG OF CHRISTMAS by MARJORIE LOWRY CHRISTIE PICKTHALL THE SEAMY SIDE OF MOTLEY by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS THE STORK by GHALIB IBN RIBAH AL-HAJJAM TILL THE MIST PASSES by LOUISA SARAH BEVINGTON |