Archive for August 31st, 2015

Monday, 31 August 2015

To Julia Grisi by Nathaniel Parker Willis

After hearing her in “Anna Bolena”

When the rose is brightest,
Its bloom will soonest die;
When burns the meteor brightest,
‘Twill vanish from the sky.
If Death but wait until delight
O’errun the heart, like wine,
And break the cup when brimming quite,
I die — for thou hast pour’d to-night
The last drop into mine.

From: Willis, Nathaniel Parker, The Poems, Sacred, Passionate, and Humorous of Nathaniel Parker Willlis, 1860, Clark, Austin & Smith: New York, p. 278.

Date: 1837

By: Nathaniel Parker Willis (1806-1867)