Sweet valley, say, where, pensive lying,
For me, our children, England, sighing,
The best of mortals leans his head.
Ye fountains, dimpled by my sorrow,
Ye brooks that my complainings borrow,
O lead me to his lonely bed;
Or if my lover,
Deep woods, you cover,
Ah whisper where your shadows o'er him spread.
'Tis not the loss of pomp and pleasure,
Of empire or of tinsel treasure,
That drops this tear, that swells this groan:
No; from a nobler cause proceeding,
A heart with love and fondness bleeding,
I breathe my sadly pleasing moan,
With other anguish
I scorn to languish
For love will feel no sorrows but his own.
Sweet Valley, Say
James Thomson
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Poem topics: I love you, children, feel, heart, lonely, loss, sorrow, pleasure, head, sweet, deep, cover, tear, whisper, treasure, valley, spread, anguish, breathe, I miss you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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