O NEVER to be moved, O beauty unrelenting! Hard heart, too dearly loved! Fond love, too late repenting! Why did I dream of too much bliss? Deceitful hope was cause of this. O hear me speak this, and no more, 'Live you in joy, while I my woes deplore!' All comforts despaired Distaste your bitter scorning; Great sorrows unrepaired Admit no mean in mourning: Die, wretch, since hope from thee is fled. He that must die, is better dead. O dear delight yet, ere I die, Some pity show, though you relief deny! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MONODY ON THE DEATH OF WILLIAM MARION REEDY by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE ROOM OF MIRRORS by EDGAR LEE MASTERS NATURES COOK by MARGARET LUCAS CAVENDISH RIDDLE ON THE LETTER H (2) by CATHERINE MARIA FANSHAWE INSPIRATION by SAMUEL JOHNSON (1822-1882) A REASONABLE AFFLICTION (1) by MATTHEW PRIOR THE RAGGED WOOD by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS |