Ianthe! you are call'd to cross the sea! <br />A path forbidden me! <br />Remember, while the Sun his blessing sheds <br />Upon the mountain-heads, <br />How often we have watcht him laying down <br />His brow, and dropt our own <br />Against each other's, and how faint and short <br />And sliding the support! <br />What will succeed it now? Mine is unblest, <br />Ianthe! nor will rest <br />But on the very thought that swells with pain. <br />O bid me hope again! <br />O give me back what Earth, what (without you) <br />Not Heaven itself can do-- <br />One of the golden days that we have past, <br />And let it be my last! <br />Or else the gift would be, however sweet, <br />Fragile and incomplete.<br /><br />Walter Savage Landor<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ianthe-you-are-call-d-to-cross-the-sea/
