Go, burning sighs, unto the frozen heart. Go break the ice which pity's painful dart Might never pierce; and if mortal prayer In heaven may be heard, at last I desire That death or mercy be end of my smart. Take with thee pain whereof I have my part And eke the flame from which I cannot start, And leave me then in rest, I you require. Go, burning sighs. I must go work, I see, by craft and art For truth and faith in her is laid apart. Alas, I cannot therefore assail her With pitiful plaint and scalding fire That out of my breast doth strainably start. Go, burning sighs. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...GERONTION by THOMAS STEARNS ELIOT A TEMPLE TO FRIENDSHIP by THOMAS MOORE THE GARDEN by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON SONGS OF TRAVEL: 46. EVENSONG by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON IN MEMORIAM A.H.H.: 30 by ALFRED TENNYSON THE DOUBLE-HEADED SNAKE OF NEWBURY by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER |