When Windsor walls sustained my wearied arm, My hand my chin, to ease my restless head, Each pleasant plot revested green with warm, The blossomed boughs with lusty ver yspread, The flow'red meads, the wedded birds so late, Mine eyes discovered. Then did to mind resort The jolly woes, the hateless short debate The rakhell life that longs to love's disport. Wherewith, alas, mine heavy charge of care Heaped in my breast brake forth against my will, And smoky sighs that overcast the air. My vapored eyes such dreary tears distill The tender spring to quicken where they fall, And I half bent to throw me down withal. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON A LADY SINGING by ISAAC ROSENBERG BITTER-SWEET: CRADLE SONG [OR, BABYHOOD] by JOSIAH GILBERT HOLLAND THE ANGEL IN THE HOUSE: BOOK 1. CANTO 2. PRELUDE: LOVE AT LARGE by COVENTRY KERSEY DIGHTON PATMORE |