COULD I outwear my present state of woe With one brief winter, and indue i' the spring Hues of fresh youth, and mightily outgrow The wan dark coil of faded suffering -- Forth in the pride of beauty issuing A sheeny snake, the light of vernal bowers, Moving his crest to all sweet plots of flowers And watered valleys where the young birds sing; Could I thus hope my lost delight's renewing, I straightly would command the tears to creep From my charged lids; but inwardly I weep; Some vital heat as yet my heart is wooing: That to itself hath drawn the frozen rain From my cold eyes, and melted it again. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO MY INCONSTANT MISTRESS by THOMAS CAREW SECOND BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 3 by GAIUS VALERIUS CATULLUS A PROPER NEW BALLAD [ENTITLED THE FAIRIES' FAREWELL] by RICHARD CORBET IN THE VALLEY OF THE ELWY by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS TACKING SHIP OFF SHORE by WALTER MITCHELL WHAT THE BIRDS SAID by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER ANNA BULLEN, ACT 1: SHORT CURSE by JOHN BANKS (17TH CENTURY-) |