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-2/
