Yet, gentle shade! whether thou now does rove, <br />Thro' some blest vale, or ever verdant grove, <br />One moment listen to my grief and take <br />The softest vows that ever love can make. <br />For thee, all thoughts of pleasure I forgo, <br />For Thee, my tears shall never cease to flow; <br />For thee at once I from the world retire, <br />To feed in silent shades a hopeless fire. <br />My bosom all thy image shall retain, <br />The full impression there shall still remain <br />As thou has taught my tender heart to prove <br />The noblest height and elegance of love, <br />That sacred passion I to thee confine. <br />My spotless faith shall be for ever thine.<br /><br />Elizabeth Singer Rowe<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/upon-the-death-of-her-husband/
