Social Commentaries

The Lover and the Friend

by Edward Moore 1712–1757

From The Poetical Works of Edward Moore (Bell's Poets of Great Britain, London, 1782)

Social Commentaries

O Thou for whom my lyre I string,
Of whom I speak, and think, and sing,
Thou constant object of my joys,
Whose sweetness ev'ry wish employs,
Thou dearest of thy sex! attend,
And hear the Lover and the Friend.

Fear not the poet's flatt'ring strain,
No idle praise my verse shall stain;
The lowly numbers shall impart
The faithful dictates of my heart,
Nor humble modesty offend,
And part the Lover from the Friend.

Not distant is the cruel day
That tears me from my hopes away;
Then frown not Fairest! if I try
To steal the moisture from your eye,
Or force your heart a sigh to send
To mourn the Lover and the Friend.

No perfect joy my life e'er knew
But what arose from love and you,
Nor can I fear another pain
Than your unkindness or disdain;
Then let your looks their pity lend
To cheer the Lover and the Friend.

Whole years I strove against the flame,
And suffer'd ills that want a name,
Yet still the painful secret kept,
And to myself in silence wept,
Till now unable to contend
I own'd the Lover and the Friend.

I saw you still: your gen'rous heart
In all my sorrows bore a part,
Yet while your eyes with pity glow'd
No words of hope your tongue bestow'd,
But mildly bid me cease to blend
The name of Lover with the Friend.

Sick with desire and mad with pain
I seek for happiness in vain:
Thou lovely Maid! to thee I cry;
Heal me with kindness or I die!
From sad despair my soul defend,
And fix the Lover and the Friend.

Curs'd be all wealth that can destroy
My utmost hope of earthly joy!
Thy gifts O Fortune I resign,
Let her and Poverty be mine!
And ev'ry year that life shall lend
Shall bless the Lover and the Friend.

In vain alas! in vain I strive
To keep a dying hope alive:
The last sad remedy remains;
'Tis absence that must heal my pains,
Thy image from my bosom rend,
And force the Lover from the Friend.

Vain thought! tho' seas between us roll
Thy love is rooted in my soul;
The vital blood that warms my heart
With thy idea must depart,
And Death's decisive stroke must end
At once the Lover and the Friend.

MLA

Moore, Edward. “The Lover and the Friend.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/moore_e/22/.

Chicago

Moore, Edward. “The Lover and the Friend.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/moore_e/22/.

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