 | [Poems by Drake in] The life and works of Joseph Rodman Drake (1795-1820) |  |
[Life and Love]
Oh! life is cold and dark,
A waste of tears and sighs,
Where pleasure's fleeting spark,
But beams and dies.
Love is an empty name,
That leads to pain and woe,
And friendship's holy flame,
Hath ceased to glow.
A waste of tears and sighs,
Where pleasure's fleeting spark,
But beams and dies.
Love is an empty name,
That leads to pain and woe,
And friendship's holy flame,
Hath ceased to glow.
Yet, oh, if any lie,
Wrapt in delusive sleep,
Ne'er may his visioned eye,
Awake to weep.
Oh, still may rapture's beam,
In sweet illusions shine,
Ne'er may his fairy dream,
Vanish like mine.
Wrapt in delusive sleep,
Ne'er may his visioned eye,
Awake to weep.
Oh, still may rapture's beam,
In sweet illusions shine,
Ne'er may his fairy dream,
Vanish like mine.
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