Sin! O only fatal woe, That mak'st me sad and mourning go! His kingdom and my soul defile! I never can agree With thee! Thou! Only thou! O thou alone (And my obdurate heart of stone) The poison and the foes Of my enjoyments and repose, The only bitter ill: Dost kill! Oh! I cannot meet with thee, Nor once approach thy memory, But all my joys are dead, And all my sacred treasures fled; As if I now did dwell In hell. Lord! O hear how short I breathe! See how I tremble here beneath! A sin! Its ugly face More terror than its dwelling place Contains (O Dreadful Sin), Within! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MILTON'S PRAYER [OF PATIENCE, OR, IN BLINDNESS] by ELIZABETH LLOYD HOWELL ELEGY TO THE MEMORY OF AN UNFORTUNATE LADY by ALEXANDER POPE A DIRGE by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY LOVER'S LAMENT by EVA K. ANGLESBURG MEDITATIONS IN GREAT BEALINGS CHURCH-YARD by BERNARD BARTON HOME, SWEET HOME WITH VARIATIONS: 3. FRANCIS BRET HARTE by HENRY CUYLER BUNNER |