Felicia Dorothea Hemans - The Last WishFelicia Dorothea Hemans - The Last Wish
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Go to the forest-shade,
Seek thou the well-known glade,
Where, heavy with sweet dew, the violets lie,
Gleaming thro` moss-tufts deep,
Like dark eyes fill`d with sleep,
And bath`d in hues of summer`s midnight sky.
Bring me their buds, to shed
Around my dying bed,
A breath of May, and of the wood`s repose;
For I in sooth depart,
With a reluctant heart,
That fain would linger where the bright sun glows.
Fain would I stay with thee–
Alas! this may not be;
Yet bring me still the gifts of happier hours!
Go where the fountain`s breast
Catches in glassy rest
The dim green light that pours thro` laurel bowers.
I know how softly bright,
Steep`d in that tender light,
The water-lilies tremble there ev`n now;
Go to the pure stream`s edge,
And from its whisp`ring sedge,
Bring me those flowers to cool my fever`d brow!
Then, as in Hope`s young days,
Track thou the antique maze
Of the rich garden to its grassy mound;
There is a lone white rose,
Shedding, in sudden snows,
Its faint leaves o`er the emerald turf around.
Well know`st thou that fair tree–
A murmur of the bee
Dwells ever in the honey`d lime above;
Bring me one pearly flower
Of all its clustering shower–
For on that spot we first reveal`d our love.
Gather one woodbine bough,
Then, from the lattice low
Of the bower`d cottage which I bade thee mark,
When by the hamlet last,
Thro` dim wood-lanes we pass`d,
While dews were glancing to the glowworm`s spark.
Haste! to my pillow bear
Those fragrant things and fair;
My hand no more may bind them up at eve,
Yet shall their odour soft
One bright dream round me waft
Of life, youth, summer,–all that I must leave!
And oh! if thou wouldst ask
Wherefore thy steps I task,
The grove, the stream, the hamlet-vale to trace;
`Tis that some thought of me,
When I am gone, may be
The spirit bound to each familiar place.
I bid mine image dwell,
(Oh! break not thou the spell!)
In the deep wood and by the fountain-side;
Thou must not, my belov`d!
Rove where we two have rov`d,
Forgetting her that in her spring-time died!
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