SEE! what an undisturbed tear She weeps for her last sleep; But viewing her straight wak'd a star, She weeps that she did weep. Grief ne'er before did tyrannize On th' honour of that brow, And at the wheels of her brave eyes Was captive led till now. Thus for a saint's apostacy, The unimagin'd woes And sorrows of the Hierarchy None but an angel knows. Thus for lost souls' recovery, The clapping of all wings, And triumphs of this victory, None but an angel sings. So none but she knows to bemoan This equal virgin's fate, None but Lucasta can her crown Of glory celebrate. Then dart on me, chaste light, one ray By which I may descry Thy joy clear through this cloudy day, To dress my sorrow by. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FORERUNNERS by RALPH WALDO EMERSON FIRST OR LAST (SONG) by THOMAS HARDY MEMORIAL TABLET (GREAT WAR, 1918) by SIEGFRIED SASSOON SONNET: 20. A FAREWELL by PHILIP SIDNEY COME UP FROM THE FIELDS FATHER by WALT WHITMAN A COAT by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS BE STILL, MY SOUL by ARCHILOCHUS |