O valley, filled with my despairful words, O river that my tears have richly fed, O creatures of the forest, happy birds, O fishes that green banks have prisoned; Breath of desire, serene and passionate. O pleasant path grown wearisome, O hill That once I counted dear but now do hate, Where, as of old, Love doth entice me still; You are not changed whom I remember well, But I am otherwise, O misery, Who from delight to bitterest sorrow fell! Here where I loved I do return and see Madonna's spirit wafted to the skies, Whilst upon earth her lovely body lies. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE CAPTIVE LION by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES HARRIET BEECHER STOWE by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR THE ADOPTED CHILD by FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS THE ARROW AND THE SONG by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW WORLD'S WORTH by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI |