Oh! ye bright Stars! that on the ebon fields Of heaven's vast empire, trembling seem to stand; 'Till rosy morn unlocks her portal bland, Where the proud Sun his fiery banner wields! To flames, less fierce than mine, your luster yields, And powers more strong my countless tears command; Love strikes the feeling heart with ruthless hand, And only spares the breast which dullness shields. Since, then, capricious nature but bestows The fine affections of the soul, to prove A keener sense of desolating woes, Far, far from me the empty boast remove; If bliss from coldness, pain from passion flows, Ah! who would wish to feel, or learn to love? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THERMOPYLAE by SIMONIDES OF CEOS EMBLEMS OF LOVE: 3. THE VOLUNTARY PRISONER by PHILIP AYRES SPRING THOUGHTS by FLORENCE E. BALDWIN SPIRITUAL WORSHIP by BERNARD BARTON THE WORKING MAN'S SONG by JOHN STUART BLACKIE |