Poems (Ryan)/Since We Have Parted
SINCE WE HAVE PARTED.
Since we have parted, oft the roses have bloomed In beauty and pride, then faded away; Through many fair sunny lands I have roamed, Where mirth seemed to reign o'er votary gay, And love to her shrine rich treasures did bring. E'en Bacchus was there, with his sparkling wine; In ecstasies, too, the Naiads did sing; All hearts did rejoice save this one of mine, Wand'ring afar, my lost love regretting; For when in raptures two souls meet and love, They still will love on, heart-aches forgetting, They will love till life closes, and then love above. So ever, fair one, I am thinking of thee, Thine image can't be erased from my heart, Thy face and thy form, I fancy I see. Oh! woe was the day that doomed us to part.