THE Hebrew king, with spleen possest, By David's harp was soothed to rest: Yet, when the magic song was o'er, The soft delusion charm'd no more: The former fury fired the brain, And every care return'd again. But, had he known Eliza's skill To bless the sense and bind the will, To bid the gloom of care retire, And fan the flame of fond desire, Remembrance then had kept the strain, And not a care return'd again. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MILITARY MIND by CHARLIE SMITH THE BLUEBELL by EMILY JANE BRONTE SHELLEY'S SKYLARK by THOMAS HARDY TO - (1) by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY THE ANGEL OF PATIENCE by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER ON BEING ASKED FOR A WAR POEM by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS |