15.07.2007, 14:00
Sweet Love
Sweet love, the shadow of thy parting wings
Hangs on my soul, like the soft shade of even,
Farewell to thee, for thou art going to Heaven,
And I must stay behind, with all the things
Which thou, and thy benign administerings
Once made most sweet, of sweetness now bereaven;
Whose memory, as a sour fermenting leaven,
Perverts all nature with an ill that springs
From good corrupted. Oh! for mercy, Love,
Stay with me yet, altho’ thy comrade fair,
The smiler Hope, be gone to realms above,
Stay with thy younger sister, meek Despair; -
For meek she is in truth, as brooding dove,
If thou with her the lowly bosom share.
Sweet love, the shadow of thy parting wings
Hangs on my soul, like the soft shade of even,
Farewell to thee, for thou art going to Heaven,
And I must stay behind, with all the things
Which thou, and thy benign administerings
Once made most sweet, of sweetness now bereaven;
Whose memory, as a sour fermenting leaven,
Perverts all nature with an ill that springs
From good corrupted. Oh! for mercy, Love,
Stay with me yet, altho’ thy comrade fair,
The smiler Hope, be gone to realms above,
Stay with thy younger sister, meek Despair; -
For meek she is in truth, as brooding dove,
If thou with her the lowly bosom share.