1. THese full two Howers now have I gazing been, What comfort by it can I gain? To look on Heaven with mighty Gulfes between Was the great Miser's greatest pain; So near was he to Heaven's Delight, As with the blest converse he might, Yet could not get one drop of water by't. 2. Ah Wretch: I seem to touch her now; but, oh, What boundlesse spaces do us part? Fortune, and Friends, and all Earth's empty show, My Lownesse, and her high Desert: But these might conquerable prf water by't. 2. Ah Wretch: I seem to touch her now; but, oh, What boundlesse spaces do us part? Fortune, and Friends, and all Earth's empty show, My Lownesse, and her high Desert: But these might conquerable prove; Nothing does me so farre remove, As her hard Soule's aversion from my Love, 3. So Travellers that lose their way by Night, If from afarre they chance t' espy Th' uncertain glimmerings of a Taper's light, Take flattering hopes, and think it nigh; 'Till wearied with the fruitless pain, They sit them down, and weep in vain, And there in Darknesse and Despair remain. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LULLABY OF A LOVER by GEORGE GASCOIGNE SONNET: ADDRESSED TO HAYDON (2) by JOHN KEATS THE WIDOW'S MITE by FREDERICK LOCKER-LAMPSON SHILOH; A REQUIEM by HERMAN MELVILLE DEWEY IN MANILA BAY [MAY 1, 1898] by RICHARD VORHEES RISLEY PASSING AWAY by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI FOR SPRING, BY SANDRO BOTTICELLI by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI |