Dear to my heart as life's warm stream, Which animates this mortal clay, For thee I court the waking dream, And deck with smiles the future day; And thus beguile the present pain With hopes that we shall meet again. Yet will it be, as when the past Twin'd every joy and care and thought, And o'er our minds one mantle cast Of kind affections finely wrought? Ah, no! the groundless hope were vain, For so we ne'er can meet again! May he who claims thy tender heart Deserve its love, as I have done! For, kind and gentle as thou art, If so belov'd, thou'rt fairly won. Bright may the sacred torch remain, And cheer thee till we meet again! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SHE WEEPS OVER RAHOON by JAMES JOYCE SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: IMANUEL EHRENHARDT by EDGAR LEE MASTERS INFERENTIAL by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON DAWN BEHIND NIGHT by ISAAC ROSENBERG ON A VOLUME OF SCHOLASTIC PHILOSOPHY by GEORGE SANTAYANA |