'Thy tears o'erprize thy loss! Thy wife, 'In what was she particular? 'Others of comely face and life, 'Others as chaste and warm there are, 'And when they speak they seem to sing; 'Beyond her sex she was not wise; 'And there is no more common thing 'Than kindness in a woman's eyes. 'Then wherefore weep so long and fast, 'Why so exceedingly repine! 'Say, how has thy Beloved surpass'd 'So much all others?' 'She was mine.' | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BYRON by CINCINNATUS HEINE MILLER THE BELLE OF THE BALL by WINTHROP MACKWORTH PRAED ASCENSION (1) by JOSEPH BEAUMONT RIDDLE OF GOD by PAUL SOUTHWORTH BLISS ULTIMATION by MAGDELEN EDEN BOYLE |