And wilt thou, love, my soul display, <br />And all my secret thoughts betray? <br />I strove but could not hold thee fast, <br />My heart flies off with thee at last. <br /> <br /> <br />The favorite daughter of the dawn, <br />On love's mild breeze will soon be gone: <br />I strove but could not cease to love, <br />Nor from my heart the weight remove. <br /> <br /> <br />And wilt thou, love, my soul beguile, <br />And gull thy fav'rite with a smile? <br />Nay, soft affection answers, nay, <br />And beauty wings my heart away. <br /> <br /> <br />I steal on tiptoe from these bowers, <br />All spangled with a thousand flowers; <br />I sigh, yet leave them all behind, <br />To gain the object of my mind. <br /> <br /> <br />And wilt thou, love, command my soul, <br />And waft me with a light controul?-- <br />Adieu to all the blooms of May, <br />Farewell--I fly with love away! <br /> <br /> <br />I leave my parents here behind, <br />And all my friends--to love resigned-- <br />'Tis grief to go, but death to stay: <br />Farewell--I'm gone with love away!<br /><br />George Moses Horton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-lover-s-farewell/
