Sonnet XIII
Elegiac Sonnets, and Other Poems, Volume 1, The Ninth Edition
OH! place me where the burning moonForbids the wither'd flower to blow;Or place me in the frigid zone,On mountains of eternal snow:Let me pursue the steps of Fame,Or Poverty's more tranquil road;Let youth's warm tide my veins inflame,Or sixty winters chill my blood:Tho' my fond soul to heaven were flown,Or tho' on earth 'tis doom'd to pine,Prisoner or free—obscure or known,My heart, O Laura! still is thine.Whate'er my destiny may be,That faithful heart still burns for thee!