Might I Return

Might I return to that May-day of gladnessWhen life is young, and all its promise fair;Might I efface the memory of sadness,And put away the weary load of care,—To pluck the rose that in Time's Eden blows,I would not go, were I to miss you there!

Might I ascend unto those realms of raptureWhose amaranthine joys fade not again,Might I the secrets of Elysium capture,And find fruition for my longings vain,—I would forego these dear delights, to knowThat you were with me, and to share your pain.