[Editor: This poem by William Blocksidge (also known as William Baylebridge) was published in Songs o’ the South (1908).]
XII.
On Parting
Though thy face is wet with tears,
My heart, too, is breaking —
Time shall bring to naught those fears
Of my love’s forsaking;
And then, believing,
Thou’lt stay thy grieving.
Though we part, and that fair light
Fades from out thine eyes,
Dearest, all the love I plight
In my bosom’s sighs
Will live for ever,
And leave thee never.
Source:
William Blocksidge, Songs o’ the South, London: Watts, 1908, p. 29
Editor’s notes:
naught = nothing; zero; failure, without result; lost, ruined (older meanings are: ruined, useless, worthless; morally bad, wicked)
plight = pledge, promise
stay = stop; halt; to stop the course of something (also: to remain in a set place, situation, or state of being)
thee = (archaic) you
thine = (archaic) your; yours
thou = (archaic) you
thou’lt = (archaic) a contraction of “thou shalt” (“you shall”); also, a contraction of “thou wilt” (“you will”)
thy = (archaic) your
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