Three Virgins at the break of day Whither young Man whither away Alas for woe! alas for woe! They cry & tears for ever flow The one was Clothd in flames of fire The other Clothd in iron wire The other Clothd in tears & sighs Dazling bright before my Eyes They bore a Net of Golden twine To hang upon the Branches fine Pitying I wept to see the woe That Love & Beauty undergo To be consumd in burning Fires And in ungratified Desires And in tears clothd Night & day Melted all my Soul away When they saw my Tears a Smile That did Heaven itself beguile Bore the Golden Net aloft As on downy Pinions soft Over the Morning of my Day Underneath the Net I stray Now intreating Burning Fire Now intreating Iron Wire Now intreating Tears & Sighs O when will the morning rise | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WINTER GARDEN THEATRE by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE MODERN MOTHER by ALICE MEYNELL JOLLY NOSE by WILLIAM HARRISON AINSWORTH POET FLAYS TEMPTATIONS OF CITY LIFE by MORRIS GILBERT BISHOP PSALMS OF THE SEA: THE CONVERT by EVERETT BOSTON SONNET REVERSED by RUPERT BROOKE TO JOHN TAYLOR by ROBERT BURNS |