The heart that owns thy tyrant sway,
Whate'er its hopes may be,
Is like a bark that drifts away
Upon a shoreless sea!
No compass left to guide her on,
Upon the surge she's tempest-torn--
And such is life to me!
And what is life when love is fled?
The world, unshared by thee?
I'd rather slumber with the dead,
Than such a waif to be!
The bark that by no compass steers
Is lost, which way soe'er she veers--
And such is life to me!
The Tyrant Sway
George Pope Morris
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Poem topics: away, heart, lost, sea, world, guide, slumber, love, I love you, life, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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