The Poetry Corner

When Other Friends.

By George Pope Morris

When other friends are round thee, And other hearts are thine-- When other bays have crowned thee, More fresh and green than mine-- Then think how sad and lonely This doating heart will be, Which, while it beats, beats only, Beloved one, for thee! Yet do not think I doubt thee, I know thy truth remains; I would not live without thee, For all the world contains. Thou art the start that guides me Along life's troubled sea; And whatever fate betides me, This heart still turns to thee.