'Twas so, I saw thy birth: that drowsy lake From her faint bosom breathed thee, the disease Of her sick waters, and infectious ease. But, now at even Too gross for heaven, Thou fall'st in tears, and weep'st for thy mistake. 2 Ah! it is so with me; oft have I pressed Heaven with a lazy breath, but fruitless this Pierced not; Love only can with quick access Unlock the way, When all else stray, The smoke and exhalations of the breast. 3 Yet, if as thou dost melt, and with thy train Of drops make soft the earth, my eyes could weep O'er my hard heart, that's bound up and asleep, Perhaps at last (Some such shower past) My God would give a sunshine after rain. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A MINUET ON REACHING THE AGE OF FIFTY by GEORGE SANTAYANA FOUR LITTLE FOXES by LEW SARETT AT STRATFORD-ON-AVON by H. T. MACKENZIE BELL ULTIMATION by MAGDELEN EDEN BOYLE THE BAR VERSUS THE DOCKET by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD |