UPON the utmost corners of the warld, And on the borders of this massive round, Where fate and fortune hither has me harled I do deplore my griefs upon this ground; And seeing roaring seas from rocks rebound By ebbs and streams of contrar routing tydes, And Phoebus' chariot in their waves lie drown'd Wha equally now night and day divides, I call to mind the storms my thoghts abydes, Which ever wax and never dois decrease, For nights of dole day's joys ay ever hides, And in their vayle doith all my weill suppress: So this I see, wherever I remove, I change bot seas, bot cannot change my love. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EVERYONE KNOWS WHOM THE SAVED ENVY by JAMES GALVIN VASHTI by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON THE RAT by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON APPRECIATION by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH PRAISE FOR AN URN; IN MEMORIAM: ERNEST NELSON by HAROLD HART CRANE AN INTERNATIONAL EPISODE (1889) by CAROLINE KING DUER |