DOWN, stormy passions, down; no more Let your rude waves invade the shore Where blushing reason sits, and hides Her from the fury of your tides. Fit only 'tis, where you bear sway, That fools or frantics do obey; Since judgement, if it not resists, Will lose itself in your blind mists. Fall easy, Patience, fall like rest Whose soft spells charm a troubled breast: And where those rebels you espy, O in your silken cordage tie Their malice up! so shall I raise Altars to thank your power, and praise The sovereign vertue of your balm, Which cures a tempest by a calm. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FIVE TREES by LOUIS UNTERMEYER NATHAN HALE [SEPTEMBER 22, 1776] by FRANCIS MILES FINCH THE BELFRY PIGEON by NATHANIEL PARKER WILLIS MIRANDA'S SUPPER (VIRGINIA, 1866) by ELINOR WYLIE NIGHT BY THE RIVER by MUHAMMAD AL-MU'TAMID II UNCLE OUT O' DEBT AN' OUT O' DANGER by WILLIAM BARNES |