SWEET CHILD OF WOE!! who pour'st thy love lorn lays On the dull ear of PENSIVE night, Who with THY sighs protract'st the pitying gale, WHICH seeks with GOS'MER wing the INFANT LIGHT. DAUGHTER OF SIGHS, whose plumy pinions wave In one dank circle of despair, WHO in the surge OF MISERY lov'st to lave, And draw'st rich solace from the realms of CARE. OFFSPRING OF GRIEF! child of EXTATIC woes! NOW night sheds soft her curtain'd sleep, AND greedy wealth, and vulgar bliss REPOSE, And only sorrow JOYS to wake and weep. COME, CHILD OF WOE, and let Eliza join In all your SORROWS, for your JOYS are MINE. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS ON TAGORE by MARIANNE MOORE THE WHITE LIGHTS by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON FORGIVENESS by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES THE RAT by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES THE BOATMAN OF KINSALE by THOMAS OSBORNE DAVIS A SONG TO A FAIR YOUNG LADY GOING OUT OF TOWN IN THE SPRING by JOHN DRYDEN LESSER EPISTLES: TO A YOUNG LADY WITH SOME LAMPREYS by JOHN GAY |