LIGHTEN, heavy heart, thy sprite, The joys recall that thence are fled; Yield thy breast some living light; The man that nothing doth is dead. Tune thy temper to these sounds, And quicken so thy joyless mind; Sloth the worst and best confounds: It is the ruin of mankind. From her cave rise all distastes, Which unresolved Despair pursues; Whom soon after, Violence hastes, Herself, ungrateful, to abuse. Skies are cleared with stirring winds, Th' unmoved water moorish grows; Every eye much pleasure finds To view a stream that brightly flows. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE MOURNING GARMENT: THE DESCRIPTION OF THE SHEPHERD AND HIS WIFE by ROBERT GREENE TO DOCTOR EMPIRIC by BEN JONSON SMILE AND NEVER HEED ME by CHARLES SWAIN VORTICIST POEM ON LOVE by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS A STREET MOTHER by WILLIAM ROSE BENET |