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...BLACK SHEEP by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON MORNING by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR A DIRGE by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI SONNET: 151 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE BLOOD ON THE WHEEL by ALEXANDER ANDERSON |