Tell me, thou soul of her I love,
Ah! tell me, whither art thou fled;
To what delightful world above,
Appointed for the happy dead?
Or dost thou, free, at pleasure, roam
And sometimes share thy lover's woe;
Where, void of thee, his cheerless home
Can now, alas! no comfort know?
Oh! if thou hoverest round my walk,
While, under every well-known tree,
I to thy fancied shadow talk,
And every tear is full of thee;
Should then the weary eye of grief,
Beside some sympathetic stream,
In slumber find a short relief,
Visit thou my soothing dream!
To Her I Love
James Thomson
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Poem topics: dream, grief, happy, home, sometimes, tree, walk, world, pleasure, soul, shadow, tear, visit, relief, share, talk, short, void, comfort, stream, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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