These sorrowing sighs, the smokes of mine annoy, These tears, which heat of sacred flame distils, Are these due tributes that my faith doth pay Unto the tyrant, whose unkindness kills. I sacrifice my youth and blooming years At her proud feet, and she respects not it; My flower untimely's withered with my tears And winter woes, for spring of youth unfit. She thinks a look may recompense my care, And so with looks prolongs my long-looked ease; As short that bliss, so is the comfort rare, Yet must that bliss my hungry thoughts appease. Thus she returns my hopes so fruitless ever; Once let her love indeed, or eye me never. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PLEAD FOR ME by EMILY JANE BRONTE WHEN MY SHIP COMES IN by ROBERT JONES BURDETTE OF MONEY by BARNABY (BARNABE) GOOGE CHAMBER MUSIC: 1 by JAMES JOYCE ON MILTON'S PARADISE LOST by ANDREW MARVELL THE ENTHUSIAST by HERMAN MELVILLE LAMENT OF THE IRISH EMIGRANT by HELEN SELINA SHERIDAN |