THY letter was a flash of lightning, Illuming night with sudden glow; It served with dazzling force to show How deep my misery is, how fright'ning. E'en thou compassion then didst share, Who, 'mid my life's sad desolation, Stood'st, like the sculptor's mute creation, As cold as marble, and as fair. O God, how wretched must I be! For into speech her lips are waking, From out her eyes the tears are breaking, The stone feels for me tenderly. The sight hath fill'd me with confusion; Have pity, Lord, though thou mayst chasten, Thy peace bestow, and quickly hasten This fearful tragedy's conclusion. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE NEW APOCRYPHA: THE FIG TREE by EDGAR LEE MASTERS WHY I AM A LIBERAL by ROBERT BROWNING A COMPARISON by WILLIAM COWPER SHELLEY'S SKYLARK by THOMAS HARDY LAMENT by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY ON A GRAVE AT GRINDELWALD by FREDERICK WILLIAM HENRY MYERS |