 | The poetical works of John Godfrey Saxe |  |
REMEMBRANCE.
To think of thee!—it was thy fond request,When, yester-eve, we parted. Ah! how well
I heed thy bidding, only Love may tell,
Beneath his roses. As, for welcome rest,
The bird, wing-weary, seeks her downy nest;
So, oft, dear Heart! from toil and care I flee,
And, nestling in my happy thought of thee,
With sweet repose my weary soul is blest.
To think of thee—who evermore art near
My conscious spirit; like the halo spread,
In altar-pictures, round some saintly head,
As 't were of Heaven the golden atmosphere,—
What can I else, until in death I sink,
And thinking of my darling, cease to think!
| The poetical works of John Godfrey Saxe | |