| William Stanley Braithwaite, ed. The Book of Georgian Verse. 1909. | | | | My Damon Was the First to Wake | | By George Crabbe (1754–1832) |
| | | MY 1 Damon was the first to wake | |
| The gentle flame that cannot die; | |
| My Damon is the last to take | |
| The faithful bosom’s softest sigh: | |
| The life between is nothing worth, | 5 |
| O! cast it from thy thought away; | |
| Think of the day that gave it birth, | |
| And this its sweet returning day. | |
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| Buried be all that has been done, | |
| Or say that naught is done amiss; | 10 |
| For who the dangerous path can shun | |
| In such bewildering world as this? | |
| But love can every fault forgive, | |
| Or with a tender look reprove; | |
| And now let naught in memory live, | 15 |
| But that we meet, and that we love. | |
| | | Note 1. From The Elder Brother, in The Tales of the Hall. [back] | | |
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