Look, how he glows for heat! What flames come from his eyes! 'Tis blood that he does sweat, Blood his bright forehead dyes: See, see! It trickles down: Look, how it showers amain! Through every pore His blood runs o'er, And empty leaves each vein. His very heart Burns in each part; A fire his breast doth sear: For all this flame, To cool the same He only breathes a sigh, and weeps a tear. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO A POET, WHO WOULD HAVE ME PRAISE CERTAIN BAD POETS, IMITATORS ... by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS VISIONS: 4. A ROSE by WILLIAM BROWNE (1591-1643) LAMENT FOR [THE DEATH OF] THOMAS DAVIS by SAMUEL FERGUSON LIKE A LAVEROCK IN THE LIFT by JEAN INGELOW THE BUILDING OF THE SHIP by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW URANIA; THE WOMAN IN THE MOON: THIS STORY MORALIZED by WILLIAM BASSE NATALITIUM: MARTIJ 13, 1645 by JOSEPH BEAUMONT |