How eas'ly wert thou chained, Fond heart, by favours feigned! Why lived thy hopes in grace, Straight to die disdained? But since th' art now beguiled By love that falsely smiled, In some less happy place Mourn alone exiled! My love still here increaseth, And with my love my grief, While her sweet bounty ceaseth, That gave my woes relief. Yet 'tis no woman leaves me, For such may prove unjust; A goddess thus deceives me, Whose faith who could mistrust? A goddess so much graced, That Paradise is placed In her most heav'nly breast, Once by love embraced: But love, that so kind proved, Is now from her removed, Nor will he longer rest Where no faith is loved. If powers celestial wound us And will not yield relief, Woe then must needs confound us, For none can cure our grief. No wonder if I languish Through burden of my smart: It is no common anguish From Paradise to part. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE EXPOSED NEST by ROBERT FROST THE FAMILY MAN by JOHN GODFREY SAXE THE SHOOTING OF DAN MCGREW by ROBERT WILLIAM SERVICE NOREMBEGA by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER PRAYER FOR A BOY WITH A KITE by DOROTHY P. ALBAUGH THE TELLTALE by ELIZABETH AKERS ALLEN WE'LL GO NO MORE THE WOODLAND WAY by THEODORE FAULLAIN DE BANVILLE POLYHYMNIA: SONNET TO LADY FALKLAND UPON HER GOING TO INTO IRELAND by WILLIAM BASSE |