 | [Poems by Drake in] The life and works of Joseph Rodman Drake (1795-1820) |  |
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To Lais
When that eye of light shall in darkness fall,
And thy bosom be shrouded in death's cold pall,
When the bloom of that rich red lip shall fade,
And thy head on its pillow of dust be laid,
And thy bosom be shrouded in death's cold pall,
When the bloom of that rich red lip shall fade,
And thy head on its pillow of dust be laid,
Oh! then thy spirit shall see how true
Are the holy vows I have breathed to you;
My form shall mould in thy grave beside,
And in the blue heavens I'll seek my bride.
Are the holy vows I have breathed to you;
My form shall mould in thy grave beside,
And in the blue heavens I'll seek my bride.
Then we'll tell, as we tread yon azure sphere,
Of the woes we have known while lingering here;
And our spirits shall joy that, our pilgrimage o'er,
We have met in the heavens to sever no more.
Of the woes we have known while lingering here;
And our spirits shall joy that, our pilgrimage o'er,
We have met in the heavens to sever no more.
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