LET thy tears flow, LE VAYER, let them flow: -- None of scant cause thy sorrowing can accuse, Since, losing that which thou for aye dost lose, E'en the most wise might find a ground for woe. Vainly we strive with precepts to forego The drops of pity that are Pity's dues; And Nature's self, indignant, doth refuse To count for fortitude that heartless show. No grief, alas! can now bring back again The son too dear, by Death untimely ta'en; Yet, not the less, his loss is hard to bear, Graced as he was by all the world reveres, Large heart, keen wit, a lofty soul and rare, -- -- Surely these claim immitigable [or, eternity of] tears! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PSALM 139 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE THE KING'S JEWEL by PHOEBE CARY THE MOURNING GARMENT: THE DESCRIPTION OF THE SHEPHERD AND HIS WIFE by ROBERT GREENE THE BIGLOW PAPERS. 2D SERIES. THE COURTIN' by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL THE MENAGERIE by WILLIAM VAUGHN MOODY ON LOOKING INTO GOLDING'S OVID by STEVE SCAFIDI JR. |