If so it hap this offspring of my care, These fatal anthems, sad and mournful songs, Come to their view who like afflicted are, Let them yet sigh their own, and moan my wrongs. But untouched hearts, with unaffected eye, Approach not to behold so great distress; Clear-sighted, you soon note what is awry, Whilst blinded ones mine errors never guess. You blinded souls whom youth and errors lead, You outcast eaglets, dazzled with your sun, Ah, you and none but you my sorrows read, You best can judge the wrongs that she hath done -- That she hath done, the motive of my pain, Who whilst I love doth kill me with disdain. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LINES ON LEAVING THE BEDFORD STR. SCHOOL HOUSE by GEORGE SANTAYANA THANKSGIVING DAY by LYDIA MARIA CHILD THE IMPERCIPIENT (AT A CATHEDRAL SERVICE) by THOMAS HARDY IN MEMORIAM A.H.H.: 25 by ALFRED TENNYSON THE TWO MASKS by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH ON THE ENGINE BY NIGHT by ALEXANDER ANDERSON |