Might I as well within my song belay The thing I would, as in my heart I may, Repentance should draw from those eyes Salt tears, with cries, remorse, and grudge of heart, Causeless because that I have suffered smart. Or might I else unclose my painful breast That it might be in sight - my great unrest - There should ye see the torments remain As hell of pain to move your cruel heart, Causeless because that I have suffered smart. There is in hell not such a fervent fire As secret heat of inward hot desire That will not let the flame appear That I have here within my wasted heart, Causeless because that I have suffered smart. Yet you cause it and ye may cause my wealth. Once cause it, then return unto my health, And of all men relieve that man That nothing can but cry, 'Relieve this heart, Causeless because that I have suffered smart.' Redress ye ought that harm that ye have done. It is no game that ye now have begun; But worthy blame ye shall remain To do him pain that knoweth not thought of heart, Causeless because that I have suffered smart. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...UNWANTED MEMORY by CLARENCE MAJOR ELEGY: THE GHOST WHOSE LIPS WERE WARM; FOR GEOFFREY GORER by EDITH SITWELL COUNTRY SCHOOLROOM, ADIRONDACK MOUNTAINS by LOUIS UNTERMEYER TO DANTE by VITTORIO AMEDEO ALFIERI TAM I' THE KIRK by VIOLET JACOB THE ROPEWALK by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW |