BE wise, my sorrow, quit thy vain unrest, Now falls the twilight of thine eager plea; The dim haze wraps the city vaporously In peace or leaves long weariness unblest. Now doth the soulless rabble, lust-possest, Beneath the unsparing goad of Pleasure flee To reap remorse in foul satiety. Come, O my sorrow, on serener quest. Behold the lost years of thy life that lean From heaven's high balcony in garments mean; Behold Regret from the deep waters rise. While the dim sun drifts downward to his bed, Hearken how eastward with unechoing tread The soft Night draws her long shroud down the skies. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FANCY, FR. THE MERCHANT OF VENICE by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE THE SOUL'S DEFIANCE by LAVINIA STONE STODDARD THE COTTON BOLL by HENRY TIMROD EIGHTEEN SIXTY-ONE by WALT WHITMAN LAST AND WORST by FRANCES EKIN ALLISON THE SECOND BROTHER; AN UNFINISHED DRAMA by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES |